Garden Music        

The lilac and the roses,

Their white and red contrast;

How pure that white, how deep that red,

Yet neither one will last.


All flower time is passing;

The colours hold the sun

And seem to be eternal; then

Their flower life is done.


Ah, where to find the final

Rose - rose forever red?

And where the lilac purely white

Whose white is never shed?


Not here, on this green island,

But elsewhere, set apart,

Kingdom from which all flowers stem,

The homeland of the heart.