'Tis a modest, blushing flower,
Growing in affection's bower,
Yielding balm in sorrow's hour,
When friendships cease;
Rainbow-like, amid the shower,
It whispers peace.
Like a streamlet, too, it flows,
Giving joy where'er it goes,
Cold and frozen souls it thaws
By its powers;
Making hearts, o'ergrown with woes,
Bloom like flowers.
