shoulder,and her hand will be clasped in mine.(5)But there is no red rose in my garden,so I shall sit lonely and my heart will break.” "Here,indeed,is the true lover,"said the Nightingale. Surely love is a wonderful thing.It is more precious than emeralds,and dearer than fine opals. “The musicians will sit in their gallery,” said the young Student,"and play upon their stringed instruments,and ny love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin.(6 shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine.(5) But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely and my heart will break.” “Here, indeed, is the true lover,” said the Nightingale. Surely love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. “The musicians will sit in their gallery,” said the young Student, “and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin.(6)