BRIDAL EVE.

GOOD-NIGHT, my Heart, my Heart, good-night —

Oh, good and dear and fair,

With lips of life and eyes of light

And roses in your hair.

To-morrow brings the other crown,

The orange blossoms, Sweet,

And then the rose will be cast down

With lilies at your feet.

But in your soul a garden stands

Where fair the white rose blows —

God, teach my foolish clumsy hands

The way to tend my rose.

That in the white-rose garden still

The lily may bloom fair

God help my heart and soul and will

To keep the lily there.