When the morning on the hill crest snuffs the candles of the night,
And the wide world blooms in beauty with the coming of the light,
With the morn awakens, ever sweet and ever new,
The happiness of knowing I share the dawn with you.
When the morning shadows shorten on the sunny slopes of noon,
And the roads of earth are humming with toil's deep, insistent tune,
Fragrant as a sea wind, blowing from an island blue,
Through moiling hours of toiling comes my memory of you.
When the shadows of the twilight like long lashes dim and gray
Close in slumber softly o'er the weary eyes of day,
Calling through the twilight like harbor lights from sea,
Your love becomes a beacon that shines with cheer for me!