A Blossom Pink, A Blossom Blue, Make All There Is In Love So True. 'Tis Fit, Methinks, My Heart To Move, To Give It Thee, Sweet Girl, I Love! Now, Take It, Dear, This Morn And Wear A Wreath Of Beauty In Thy Hair; Think On It, When From Bliss We Part - The Emblem Of My Wooing Heart!