To You, Dear Heart

To you, dear heart, whom I have never known

I sing my little songs all wonderingly

That sometime you may hear,— the sweet atone

For all the years and years of search alone —

That sometime you may hear and come to me.

So on I go a-singing down my way

With ne'er a thought of all the journey past,

For this I know — that on one perfect day

When everything is, oh, so glad and gay,

You'll hear and come and claim your own, at last.