Little Leaves And Flow'rets Too, Scatter We With Gentle Hand, Kind Young Spring-Gods To The View, Sporting On An Airy Band. Zephyr, Bear It On The Wing, Twine It Round My Loved One'S Dress; To Her Glass Then Let Her Spring, Full Of Eager Joyousness. Roses Round Her Let Her See, She Herself A Youthful Rose. Grant, Dear Life, One Look To Me! 'Twill Repay Me All My Woes, What This Bosom Feels, Feel Thou. Freely Offer Me Thy Hand; Let The Band That Joins Us Now Be No Fragile Rosy Band!