Where Shall We Betake Us?

"Where shall we betake us when the day's work is over? (Ah, red is the rose-bush in the lane.) Happy is the maid that knows the footstep of her lover-- (Sing the song, the Eden song, again.) Who shall listen to us when black sorrow comes a-reaping? (See the young lark falling from the sky.) Happy is the man that has a true heart in his keeping-- True hearts flourish when the roses die."