THREE SONGS IN A GARDEN

By Theodosia Garrison

White rose-leaves in my hands,

I toss you all away;

The winds shall blow you through the world

To seek my wedding day.

Or East you go, or West you go

And fall on land or sea,

Find the one that I love best

And bring him here to me.

And if he finds me spinning

‘ Tis short I'll break my thread;

And if he finds me dancing

I'll dance with him instead;

If he finds me at the Mass —

( Ah, let this not be,

Lest I forget my sweetest saint

The while he kneels by me! )