By The Road, Near Her Father'S Dwelling, There Groweth A Hawthorn Tree: Its Blossoms Are Fair And Fragrant As The Love That I Cast From Me. It Is All A-Bloom This Morning In The Sunny Silentness, And Grows By The Roadside, Radiant As A Bride In Her Bridal Dress. But Ah Me! At Sight Of Its Blossoms No Pleasant Memories Start: I See But The Thorns Beneath Them, And The Thorns They Pierce My Heart.