What in the summer gives content
As one climbs the terrace ledge?
That gives a charming perfect scent
And is it not the lilac hedge?

Nor is it hard to understand
Why lovers love to walk and stroll
Where nature bids you grasp her hand
And unseen force seems in control.

Where lilac perfume fills the breeze
Enchanted humming birds to lure,
And dewy droplets sit to sieze
The heart of lad or maiden pure.

With wistful eye they gasp the air
To pour the heart out in a sigh
As care free butterflies they share
The scent of lilacs in July.