THOU ART TO ME

Thou art to me

As are soft breezes to a summer sea;

As stars unto the night;

Or when the day is born,

As sunrise to the morn;

As peace unto the fading of the light.

Thou art to me

As one sweet flower upon a barren lea;

As rest to toiling hands;

As one clear spring amid the desert sands;

As smiles to maidens’ lips;

As hope to friends that wait for absent ships;

As happiness to youth;

As purity to truth;

As sweetest dreams to sleep;

As balm to wounded hearts that weep.

All, all that I would have thee be

Thou art to me.