A flower in a garden of sorrow and shade
Was my heart, till you found it there,
And took it, for ever a prisoner made,
To your bosom to keep, and wear.
And the lonely night of that garden sad
Woke to days of delight with you;
Your pitying eyes were the sunbeams glad,
And your love was the morning dew.

A flower in a garden of roses and rest
Is my heart, till this life be o'er,
Safe gathered at last to your sheltering breast,
In sunshine for evermore.
And the flower that withered in sunless shade
Shall be blest all the flowers above,
With blossom eternal that ne'er can fade
In the light of your endless love.