In my Garden of Roses.

Oh! Come to me, darling! My Sweet!     Here where the sunlight reposes;     Pink petals lie thick at my feet,     Here in my garden of rose's.     Oh! come to my bower! My Queen!     Sweet with the breath of the flow'rs;     Shaded with curtains of green; -     Here let us dream through the hours.     The sky is unfleck'd overhead, -     Trees languish in Sol's fervid ray, -     The earth to the heavens is wed,     And robin is piping his lay.     Lost is their sweetness upon me;     Vainly their beauties displaying; -     Cheerless I wander, and lonely, -     Hoping and longing and praying.     Oh! come to me, Queenliest flower!     Reign in my garden of roses;     Humbly we bow to thy power,     Loving the sway thou imposes.     Hark! 'Tis her tinkling footfall!     Robin desist from thy singing;     Mar not those sounds that enthrall, -     Faint as a fairy bell's ringing.     She cometh! My lily! my rose!     Queenlier, - purer, and sweeter!     Haste, every blossom that blows,     Pour out your perfumes to greet her!     Panting she rests in my arms; -     Now is my bower enchanted!     Essence of all this world's charms; -     My heart has won all that it wanted.