Might show the good of every tear,
And in the children’s hour
Life’s riddles read more clear.
Speak to our hearts, each bright young heart,
Perfect in love and faith, and bid
Us know that e’en as petals part
To breathe the fragrance ’neath them hid,
So do ye breathe around life’s hours
The sweetness nought can steal away,
The sweetness of our cherished flowers.