ANDERSON:
Fantasy on "The Last Rose of Summer"

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ANDERSON:
Fantasy on "The Last Rose of Summer"

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Fantasy on "The Last Rose of Summer"

by Greg Anderson
for piano, four-hands

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'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;

No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter,
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
From Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.

When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit,
This bleak world alone?

- Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)