O happy rosebud blooming br Upon thy parent tree, br Nay, thou art too presuming br For soon the earth entombing br Thy faded charms shall be, br And the chill damp consuming. br br br O happy skylark springing br Up to the broad blue sky, br Too fearless in thy winging, br Too gladsome in thy singing, br Thou also soon shalt lie br Where no sweet notes are ringing. br br br And through life's shine and shower br We shall have joy and pain; br But in the summer bower, br And at the morning hour, br We still shall look in vain br For the same bird and flower.