Yvette, I sit my garden 'round arrayed,
Verdure shading where I place my pen.
Each marv'llous work of God I see displayed,
Triumphs over all but you, my friend.
The sparkle of thy beauty reaches forth
Each heart to grasp and hold with gentle force.
My own cannot prevail against such worth,
Cannot but fail upon its fated course.
Dark would I be without thy beaming light
O'er all my life to spread its joyous ray.
Night endless would I be condemned to fight
And plough life blindly ever seeking day.
Leave not my soul to wander without mirth.
Do smile and grant me happiness on Earth.