To you, dear heart, whom I have never known
I sing my little songs all wonderingly
That sometime you may hear,— the sweet atone
For all the years and years of search alone —
That sometime you may hear and come to me.
So on I go a-singing down my way
With ne'er a thought of all the journey past,
For this I know — that on one perfect day
When everything is, oh, so glad and gay,
You'll hear and come and claim your own, at last.