The roses hush, the night leans low,
It trembles just to see you glow.
The winds obey, the moonlight stays,
To crown your soul in silver rays.

The ivy climbs, the silence sings,
It spreads your light on gentle wings.
The world grows still, the sky turns mild,
Before the earth’s most radiant child.

The roses hush, the stars incline,
They yield their glow to what is thine.
The night is changed, the heavens stay,
To guard your flame in soft array.