O FLOWER OF ALL THE WORLD

O flower of all the world, O flower of all,

The garden where thou dwellest is so fair,

Thou art so goodly, and so queenly tall,

Thy sweetness scatters sweetness everywhere,

O flower of all!

O flower of all the years, O flower of all,

A day beside thee is a day of days;

Thy voice is softer than the throstle's call,

There is not song enough to sing thy praise,

O flower of all!

O flower of all the years, O flower of all,

I seek thee in thy garden, and I dare

To love thee; and though my deserts be small,

Thou art the only flower I would wear,

O flower of all!