A flower bloomed upon my heart,
And shed its fragrance there;
And on its stem there closely hung
A bud of beauty rare.

And soon it hung its lovely head,
And drooped while yet it bloomed;
And from our hearts it passed away
To wither in the tomb.

It was in the latter month of summer,
And the blossoms decked each tree,
When Susie's spirit took its flight,
And left our home and me.

She was too pure a bud to stay
In this world of death and gloom,
So God has called our Susie away
To a land where all is bloom.

Dearest Susie thou hast left us,
We thy loss most deeply feel,
But 'tis God that hast bereft us,
And he can all our sorrows heal.