What is life? To feel the sun on your face
At dawn, or the softest rain on your tongue,
A lover’s embrace or your mother’s dear grace,
A walk in the woods that goes on and on;
Twinkling stars of light on a moonless night
That seem to quiver en pointe and display
The hopes and dreams of dear passioned delight
Along the fond path of love’s promenade;
The warmth of the hearth, the smiles of the loved,
Precious tears for those lost souls long sailed;
Sweet ardent prayers to our Father above
That our earth-born enchantments be hailed.
The truth is that life is a wondrous song…
Soul sung by the heart, to be brief or yet long.

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