1
Where love is the day-star that guides the fond youth,
He ne’er long with incertitude roves;
To his Ellen he flies, at the altar of truth
In the grot in the midst of the groves.
2
There pledging his vows — crowns with blossoms his bride
An emblem celestial, which proves,
That constancy, peace, and content will abide
In the grot in the midst of the groves.