But, O Roses, smile again

But, O Roses, smile again, He for whom you weep Left his spirit among men When he fell asleep,— Left his spirit and his name, Left his pure, unspotted fame, One who lives them all can claim. Smile on him, O Roses! He whose head reposes In a sacred spot of your Island-garden, Left him to you, good, brave and true, To cherish and guard you, Roses!