Nobody knows this little Rose

Nobody knows this little Rose  -

It might a pilgrim be

Did I not take it from the ways

And lift it up to thee.

Only a Bee will miss it -

Only a Butterfly,

Hastening from far journey - 

Only its breast to lie -

Only a Bird will wonder - 

Only a Breeze will sigh -

Ah Little Rose - how easy

For such as thee to die!