A Little of Love.
Reading edition
I.
With a little of Love, Dear, and something of Song, There's a glorified courage that conquers each wrong, And the years fly as swift as the bird on the wing Through the snow days of winter and rose days of spring.
II.
With a little of Love, Dear, and something of Song, There's no hour that is heavy, no day that is long; And the soldier of hope scales the mountains that meet, Till they lay all their trophies and gifts at his feet.
III.
With a little of Love, Dear, and something of Song, All the mighty exalt, all the feeble are strong, And the breast bravely bares to the breast of the foe, And, forever full armored, gives blow for his blow!
IV.
Then a little of Love, Dear, and something of Song! What shall matter the struggle with error and wrong? For the lilies and roses of gladness shall bloom Till we sleep the long slumber as dust in the tomb!