The glowing flowers of Love are found
With which his shining locks are crowned;
He sings a song, through all the day long,
Of joy, and of gladness, and glee,
And he sits so light, on his throne so bright,
Oh ever a conquering king is he!
But when the sunset's golden dyes
Have faded away from the western skies;
And these fairy gardens are seen by night.
Over their moonlit waters bright,