The rose and the laurel tree

Of love the manly laurel speaks

To the rose, a maiden blossom;

She hides the while her glowing cheeks

In her mother moss's bosom.

Yet soon with joy she looks above,

And unto him unveileth

Her faithful heart, while bliss and love

In fragrance she exhaleth.

O noble tree! o lovely rose!

Your life dawn's brightly beaming.

Oh, may it pass to peaceful close

Like happy childhood's dreaming!

May music oft with holy pow'r

Unlock for you heav'ns treasures,

And if there comes an anxious hour,

Love sweeten it with pleasures.