Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light.

Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest.

Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light.

I think true love is never blind, / But rather brings an added light; / An inner vision quick to find / The beauties hid from common sight.

But alas for the dreams that round us play! / For the plans of mortal making! / And alas for the false and fickle day / That looked so fair at waking!

All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today

But whenever she thanks the givers for favors great and small, she thinks of the good little sister who gave her more than they all.