The fair lobelia’s lifted face,
Nestled among the lilies shines,
That blossom in their snowy grace.
With tender hands I lift them up,
Sweet flowers, no breath of winter dimmed!
How pure each radiant jeweled cup,
Each vase with sparkling nectar brimmed.
The aloe’s flood of molten flame,
The vervain with its crimson hue.
The rose that with the spring-time came,