N her leafy, shady bowers

Grew a rose among the flowers;

Queen was she among the bloom,

Dainty with her sweet perfume.

And the flowers did homage pay,

Love by night and love by day,

Daisies fair and tulips sweet,

Bashful violets at her feet,

Thistles strong and lilies white

Told their love by day and night.

But she spurned their love so true,

She had lover no one knew.

And each morn when faintest light

Told the passing of the night,

She would lift her blushing face

For her lover’s fond embrace.

And when other flowers did sleep,

Softly to her he would creep.

In the dawning thus alone

He would call her all his own;

On her lips a kiss would press,

Leave them moist with happiness.

Love so tender, Love so true,

Fairest Rose and Morning Dew!

All my life-time would be sweet—

All my happiness complete—

If I were the Morning Dew,

And the Rose, Sweetheart, were you.