Your thoughts are like the roses
That blossom in the sun,
And when your mind uncloses
I gather, one by one,
The sweetest little flow'rets
That ever lips let fall.
Your thoughts are like the roses,
Would I might have them all!

Your heart is like a treasure,
Safe guarded and secure,
In hours of pain and pleasure
By instincts fair and pure.
In loving eyes more precious
Than sparkling gems or gold.
Ah! Would to God that treasure
Were mine to have and hold!