THE WEDDING OF THE LILY AND THE ROSE
From the show "Aunt Bridget's Baby" (1892)
(W. Andrew Mack / Thomas Le Mack)




While strolling through a garden on a lovely summer's eve
The evening shadows were about to fall
The dew had kissed the flowers and the air lulled them to sleep
While night's dark mantle hovered over all


Seated on a bench, and meditating there alone
My eyes grew dim, I soon fell in a doze
I dreamt there was a wedding 'midst the flowers rich and rare
The bride the Lily and the groom the Rose


The Tulip kissed the Violet, the Daffodil the Pink
The Lilies bowed their heads in sweet repose
The pretty Morning Glory told the Hyacinth the story
Of the weeding of the Lily and the Rose


I soon awoke from slumber in fair flowers sweet domain
Like virgin buds my eyes began to ope
Fanned by the gentle zephyrs with Aeolian music sweet
The Roses whispered to the Lilies hope


The flowers soon began to drop their heads and fall asleep
Rocked by the gentle perfumed-laden breeze
The goddess of the flowers came and waved her magic wand
And then I heard this whispered through the trees


The Tulip kissed the Violet, the Daffodil the Pink
The Lilies bowed their heads in sweet repose
The pretty Morning Glory told the Hyacinth the story
Of the weeding of the Lily and the Rose



(Contributed by Mel - September 2007)