“The sweetest flower that blows I give you as we part. For you it is a rose For me it is my heart.”

“Oh has thou forgotten how soon we must sever? Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part? It may be for years and it may be forever Oh why art thou silent thou voice of my heart?”

“The sweetest flower that blows I give you as we part. For you it is a rose For me it is my heart.”

“Good-night good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.”