Love Can Not Be The Aloe-Tree, Whose Bloom But Once Is Seen; Go Search The Grove--The Tree Of Love Is Sure The Evergreen: For That's The Same, In Leaf Or Frame, 'Neath Cold Or Sunny Skies; You Take The Ground Its Roots Have Bound, Or It, Transplanted, Dies! That Love Thus Shoots, And Firmly Roots In Woman'S Heart, We See; Through Smiles And Tears In After-Years It Grows A Fadeless Tree. The Tree Of Love, All Trees Above, For Ever May Be Seen, In Summer'S Bloom Or Winter'S Gloom, A Hardy Evergreen.