GOOD-NIGHT, my Heart, my Heart, good-night -- Oh, good and dear and fair, With lips of life and eyes of light And roses in your hair. To-morrow brings the other crown, The orange blossoms, Sweet, And then the rose will be cast down With lilies at your feet. But in your soul a garden stands Where fair the white rose blows -- God, teach my foolish clumsy hands The way to tend my rose That in the white-rose garden still The lily may bloom fair God help my heart and soul and will To keep the lily there. |