I would rather have one little Rose,
From the garden of a friend.
Than have the choicest flowers,
When my stay on Earth must end.

I would rather have one pleasant word,
In kindness.........said to me.
Than flattery when my heart is still,
And life has ceased to be.

I would rather have a loving smile,
From friends I know are true.
Than tears shed round my casket,
When the World I bid adieu.

Bring me all your flowers to-day,
Whether Pink or White or Red.
I'd rather have one blossem now,
Than millions when I'm dead.