III.
The purple violet, damask rose, Each, to delight your senses, blows. The lilies ope’, as you appear; And all the beauties of the year
Diffuse their odours at your feet,
Who give to ev’ry flow’r its sweet.
The purple violet, damask rose, Each, to delight your senses, blows. The lilies ope’, as you appear; And all the beauties of the year
Diffuse their odours at your feet,
Who give to ev’ry flow’r its sweet.