No night so wild but brings the constant sun With love and power untold; No time so dark but through its woof there run Some blessed threads of gold.

No night so wild but brings the constant sun With love and power untold; No time so dark but through its woof there run Some blessed threads of gold.

We are spirits clad in veils; Man by man was never seen; All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen.

I wonder now if you ever remember... Whether your June is all turned to December... Gone are those winters of chats and of dances... Gone the aroma of life's young romances... Ah! well enough, as you dance on in joyance... Fashion and riches will mask much annoyance.

Fashion and riches will mask much annoyance.

December drops no weak, relenting tear, By our fond summer sympathies ensnared; Nor from the perfect circle of the year Can even winter's crystal gems be spared.

We are spirits clad in veils.