o, fresh is the rose in the gay, dewy morning,
and sweet is the lily, at evening close;
but in the fair presence o' lovely young jessie,
unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose.
love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring;
enthron'd in her een he delivers his law:
and still to her charms she alone is a stranger;
her modest demeanour's the jewel of a'.