Of the many days heretofore unspoken there remain ten-score unbroken treasures in the soul
More than gold or jewels they are emboldened and imbued with life and warmglow long
For it is these pretty things unnoticed, that as the springtime lotus
Blossom in the lovely argent dawn of heartfelt laughter-song
And speak to gilded joyous things inside the frost and cold
To stir within the blessed singing choirs of the silver-sigh
So that the sleeping mind with ease forgets the weeping secret heart and
All in life is bright and longly lasting in the evening stars