O My Little White Rose

O My Little White Rose

O My Little White Rose,

How there are not many of those.

There are none that are so sweet,

None could accomplish this feat.

Dear are you my prize;

I tell no lies.

There is nothing that I cherish more than you.

O My Little White Rose,

Ever so frail and fair,

Tenderly I tend with care.

Despite thine size your stature is wise.

Your purity is meek, this treasure I seek.

Your innocence none can blame;

I seek out not in vain.

O My Little White Rose,

Thy heart I love,

Gently as a dove.

Tho' upon this earth the covenant of your soul reaps little,

In the presence of your king, it is the pure in heart whom He loves.