From the garden of a friend;

Than to have the choicest of flowers

When my stay on earth must end.

I would rather have a 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 to this world I bid adieu.

Give me all your flowers today

Whether pink or white or red;

I'd rather have one blossom now,

Than a truckload when I am dead.

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