Where April Sings Forever

When I am old and years have brought their gray,

Let me still walk a garden path with love

Remembering fire-opaled yesterday,

Seeing the white-winged gulls of hope above;

Where dreams still lingering an accolade,

Recall the lilac song-gifts I have known,

The tribute which the robins gladly paid,

The wealth of beauty every soul may own.

In this loved garden, let my heart by young--

Years may enhance the lilting power to sing.

Perhaps my sweetest song is yet unsung

So bid me feel the springtime burgeoning.

But let me stroll a garden where time's lever

Moves on, yet April sings in hearts forever.