Braided the Wreath, each flowery link 
In the brïght chain is blended ; 
We cannot choose but sigh to think 
The pleasant labour ended. 
Unfading flowers ! ye are fraught 
With many a theme for after-thought. 
Memory shall dwell upon the hours 
Which friendship made so bright. 
And oft in sunny Summer bowers 
Shall linger with delight: 
And still the Wreath, so firmly tied. 
An emblem of our love shall bide. 
