LADY, life's sweetest lesson wouldst thou learn, br Come thou with me to Love's enchanted bower br High overhead the trellised roses burn; br Beneath thy feet behold the feathery fern,-- br A leaf without a flower. br br What though the rose leaves fall? They still are sweet, br And have been lovely in their beauteous prime, br While the bare frond seems ever to repeat, br 'For us no bud, no blossom, wakes to greet br The joyous flowering time!' br br Heed thou the lesson.