I praise the tender flower

Lyrics

I praise the tender flower That on a mournful day Bloomed in my garden bower And made the winter gay Its loveliness contented My heart tormented I praise the gentle maid Whose happy voice and smile To confidence betrayed My doleful heart awhile; And gave my spirit deploring Fresh wings for soaring The maid for very fear Of love I durst not tell: The rose could never hear Though I bespake her well: So in my song I bind them For all to find them