TO MY WIFE
In every heart the heart of springBursts into leaf and bud;The heart of love in every heartLeaps with its eager flood.Then hasten, rosy life, and leadThe Pilgrim to the door,His sandals thonged for ministering,His forehead bright with lore.Oh, happy lovers, learn to serve,And crown your state with power,For Service is the peasant root,And Love the princely flower.
In every heart the heart of springBursts into leaf and bud;The heart of love in every heartLeaps with its eager flood.Then hasten, rosy life, and leadThe Pilgrim to the door,His sandals thonged for ministering,His forehead bright with lore.Oh, happy lovers, learn to serve,And crown your state with power,For Service is the peasant root,And Love the princely flower.
In every heart the heart of springBursts into leaf and bud;The heart of love in every heartLeaps with its eager flood.
In every heart the heart of spring
Bursts into leaf and bud;
The heart of love in every heart
Leaps with its eager flood.
Then hasten, rosy life, and leadThe Pilgrim to the door,His sandals thonged for ministering,His forehead bright with lore.
Then hasten, rosy life, and lead
The Pilgrim to the door,
His sandals thonged for ministering,
His forehead bright with lore.
Oh, happy lovers, learn to serve,And crown your state with power,For Service is the peasant root,And Love the princely flower.
Oh, happy lovers, learn to serve,
And crown your state with power,
For Service is the peasant root,
And Love the princely flower.