He loves the hearts of children
  More than flowery fields of spring:
And when the years of winter
  Gray with Margaret will be,
God will find her love still blossom
  Like a red rose-tree.

Oh, the banks of May are fair,
  Charm of sound and sight,
Breath of heaven fills the air,
  To the world's delight.

Far more wondrous is a bower,
  Fairer than the May,
Love-of-God it wears in flower,
  Blooming night and day.

Love-of-God within the heart
  Multicolored grows,
Now a lily's counterpart,
  Now the blood-red rose.

Come the sun or chilling rain,
  Come the drought or dew,
Crocus health or violet pain,
  Love-of-God is true.