Early in the morn-tide The Sultans's daughter Walked in her father's garden, Gathering the bright flowers, All full of dew. ​ And as she gathered them,  She wondered more and more Who was the Master of the flowers, And made them grow Out of the cold, dark earth "In my heart," she said, "I love him; and for him Would I leave my father's palace, To labour in his garden" ​ And at midnight, As she lay upon her bed, She heard a voice Call to her from the garden, And, looking forth from her window She saw a beautiful youth Standing among the flowers. It was the Lord Jesus; And she went down to him, And opened the door for him; And he said to her, "O maiden ! Thou hast thought of me with love, And for thy sake Out of my Father's kingdom Have I come hither; I am the Master of the Flowers.   My garden is in Paradise, And if thou wilt go with me, Thy bridal garland Shall be of bright red flowers." And then he took from his finger A golden ring, And a