Fairest of life’s flowers,
Into garlands that hereafter
Shall be worn in Eden’s bowers.
Oh the sorrows and the pleasures
Of the world in faultless rhyme
Blend the music of their measures
With the step of Father Time.
Fairest of life’s flowers,
Into garlands that hereafter
Shall be worn in Eden’s bowers.
Oh the sorrows and the pleasures
Of the world in faultless rhyme
Blend the music of their measures
With the step of Father Time.