To You, Dear Heart

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.