• All in our marriage garden
      Grew, smiling up to God,
    A bonnier flower than ever
      Suckt the green warmth of the sod;
    O, beautiful unfathomably
      Its little life unfurled;
    And crown of all things was our wee
      White Rose of all the world.

    From out a balmy bosom
      Our bud of beauty grew;
    It fed on smiles for...