As flowers turn toward the light. So turns my thought to thee, And brighter than the sunlight's gold, Is thy sweet smile to me. Though fortune hath not on thee smiled, Though men may crown with blame, To me through varying good and ill, Thou e'er hast been the same.
The cares of Life, the woes of time, Misfortune's fickle darts, May fall and wound thee, dear, but I, Am of thy life a part. What reck I of the adverse winds, Of social laws apart, I close the avenues of strife, To nestle on thy faithful heart.
No length of time, no gloomy space, Of parted years shall find, My heart less true, but to thine own, Its chords shall closer bind. I love thee for thy strong true faith, In unseen power of God, I love thee for thy stedfast truth, Unto thy plighted word.
Thy sorrows mine, my joys are thine, I ask no higher bliss, Than gazing in thy faithful eyes, To meet thy true fond kiss. Thy tears of sorrow, and of pain, Have fallen with mine own, And through the trials of years, To thee I've closer grown.
One perfect whole of pure delight, Our blended lives have shaped, And loyal truth that argent sphere, So guards that none may break. They err who claim that beauty's bloom, Departing leaves but Dead-sea fruit, The leaves of Youth forever green, Remain when love and truth unite.
