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.