Sweet have I known the blossoms of the morning
— Tenderly tinted to their hearts of dew:
But now my flowers have found a fuller fragrance,
— — Because of you.

Long have I worshiped in my soul's enshrining
— High visions of the noble and the true —
Now all my aims and all my prayers are purer,
— — Because of you.

Wise have I seen the uses of life's labor;
— To all its puzzles found some answering clue.
But now my life has learned a nobler meaning,
— — Because of you.

In the past days I chafed at pain and waiting,
— Grasping at gladness as the children do;
Now it is sweet to wait and joy to suffer,
— — Because of you.

In the long years of silences that part us
— Dimmed by my tears and darkened to my view,
Close shall I hold my memories and my madness,
— — Because of you.

Whether our lips shall touch or hands shall hunger,
— Whether our love be fed or joys be few,
Life will be sweeter and more worth the living,
— — Because of you.