Welcome， stranger， to this place，
Where joy doth sit on every bough，
Paleness flies from every face；
We reap not what we do not sow.
Innocence doth like a rose
Bloom on every maiden's cheek；
Honour twines around her brows，
The jewel health adorns her neck.
Where joy doth sit on every bough，
Paleness flies from every face；
We reap not what we do not sow.
Innocence doth like a rose
Bloom on every maiden's cheek；
Honour twines around her brows，
The jewel health adorns her neck.