Thrive, Gentle Plant! And Weave A Bower For Mary And For Me, And Deck With Many A Splendid Flower, Thy Foliage Large And Free. Thou Camest From Eartham, And Wilt Shade (If Truly I Divine) Some Future Day The Illustrious Head Of Him Who Made Thee Mine. Should Daphne Show A Jealous Frown, And Envy Seize The Bay, Affirming None So Fit To Crown Such Honour'D Brows As They, Thy Cause With Zeal We Shall Defend, And With Convincing Power; For Why Should Not The Virgin'S Friend Be Crown'D With Virgin'S Bower?