TO YOU

A wondrous one is love, my dear,

      A wondrous one indeed;

He steals into the empty heart

      And meeteth every need.

He lights a darkened way, my dear,

      He causeth pain to cease;

He speeds afar on wings of joy

      And bringeth sweet relaease.

A wondrous one is love, my dear,

      His blessings are not few;

But best of all love ever did

      He led me, dear, to you.

                              Joe Cone

March 20, 1900