Upon a morning when the glittering ray Flooded the meadow green where bloomed the Rose, And when the sun upon the world’s high throne Showed the Rose the radiance of his orb, The sun saw joyfully that his daughter dear Was in her freshest beauty full bedecked. He knew that she was worthy happiness, That she was worthy of her princely lot. Another was sovereign of a realm that brought Quiet and happiness throughout the world, His castle was a fortress green in hue, Green was the hue of its foundation stones; Inside was decked with high magnificence, There tulip beds and cypress boughs abounded. The master who had raised this lofty pile Had given to it the name of Rosary; By those who knew the beauteous city well It very often bore another name. And every grove and gelder-rose and mead Had each its proper and especial title. And in this city did the ruling king Give to the Rose the highest post of state, And that the city might be full of grace He gave to it the Rose to be its flower; And going with great joy into the grove, She sat upon the throne in honor there; And straightway all the world was filled with glee, And all the world by balmy winds was swept, The fragrance of whose odors filled the world. And by their charm lapped it in ecstasy; In calm felicity the hours went by, And stream and soil in blessed peace reposed. XIII THE ATTENDANTS OF THE PURE ROSE, AND A DESCRIPTION OF HER NOBLE COURT SERVICE