WATKINS, Lucian B.


The Flower at My Window

O! my heart now feels so cheerful as I go with footsteps light

In the daily toil of my dear home;

And I’ll tell to you the secret that now makes my life so bright—

There’s a flower at my window in full bloom.

It is radiant in the sunshine, and so cheerful after rain;

And it wafts upon the air its sweet perfume.

It is very, very lovely! May its beauties never wane—

This dear flower at my window in full bloom.

Nature has so clothed it in such glorious array,

And it does so cheer our home, and hearts illume;

Its dear mem’ry I will cherish though the flower fade away—

This dear flower at my window in full bloom.

Oft I gaze upon this flower with its blossoms pure and white.

And I think as I behold its gay costume,

While through life we all are passing may our lives be always bright

Like this flower at my window in full bloom.