On earth the dearest, sweetest spot,
A wee pink flower, both sweet and gay,
First opened to the light of day.
As time flew by on fairy wing,
This wee pink flower, this dainty thing,
Of all our love demanded part,
And twined its tendrils 'round each heart.
Sometimes, without, 'twas dark and dreary,
But all within this cot was cheery,
Because this little floweret gay