Love Makes Its Record In Deeper Colors

The Twilight That Surrounds The Border-land Of Old Romance.

Perhaps There Lives Some Dreamy Boy, Untaught In Schools, Some Graduate Of The Field Or Street, Who Shall Become A Master Of Art, An Admiral Sailing The High Seas Of Thought Fearless And First, And Steering With His Fleet For Lands Not Yet Laid Down In Any Chart.

A Feeling Of Sadness And Longing, That Is Not Akin To Pain, And Resembles Sorrow Only As The Mist Resembles The Rain.

Love Makes Its Record In Deeper Colors As We Grow Out Of Childhood Into Manhood.

History Casts Its Shadow Far Into The Land Of Song.