In my heart,
At the bottom of my heart,
I buried the seeds of pain.
Tears of hurt, whence rude retort
Shall never bother me again.

And over them sowed,
Within my heart,
The seeds of love and joy
And He his skill, and He his art
Did most happily here employ.

And they into blossoms,
Within my heart
Grow so beautiful and so lush
And people did gaze and eyes did dart
And made them tremble and blush.

And the goats gazed
Within my heart
At the blossoms so gay and so lush,
And voiced desired to tear apart
And the flowers underfoot to crush.

They said the flowers
Within my heart
Were too perfect to be true.
What so much joy, like a witch’s cast
And no regret and no rue?

The goats gazed
Within my heart
At the blossoms so gay and so lush
And quenched the desire to tear apart
And the flowers underfoot to crush.

The rains fell
Within my heart
And hard they fell and true.
Oh! What are these plants, so grey and so dark?
They’re plants of regret and rue!

The people gaze
Within my heart
And turn their gaze away.
The goats gaze
Within my heart
At the ugly sad array.

The goats gaze
Within my heart
At the ugly sad array
And say, “How sad this once happy heart,
Now so full of dismay!”