o, fresh is the rose in the gay, dewy morning,

and sweet is the lily, at evening close;

but in the fair presence o' lovely young jessie,

unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose.

love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring;

enthron'd in her een he delivers hisw:

and still to her charms she alone is a stranger;

her modest demeanour's the jewel of a'.