Remove thy veil, O’ heart, and shine!
For winters are but old shy suns
As is despair the grudging vine
That curls and curls but grapes; has none!
That haze you see in every slope
Is but the past that long had gone
Why then, you hide that seed of hope
And not allow the dreams to run?
Come shine with rays of joy an’ play
On dusky hills an’ dales of spring
And soon you’ll be the break of day
In which lovebirds do bathe and sing!
Our goal, O’ heart, is one and fair
Thy part is but thy love to spread
Amongst all that live out there,
And mine will be to free that love
And take it where no eagles dare!