Classic Poem

'Tis mine to be in love with life,
And mine to hear the robins sing;
'Tis mine to live apart from strife,
And kneel to flowers blossoming —
To all things fair,
As at a shrine —
To drink the air
As I would wine.

To Love I've built a temple here,
Beneath the boughs of oak and pine,
Beside a spring that all the year
Tells of a harmony divine.
I own no creeds
Sweet Love beside —
My spirit's needs
Are satisfied.

'Tis mine to be in love with life,
And mine to hear the robins sing;
'Tis mine to live apart from strife,
And kneel to flowers blossoming —
To all things fair,
As at a shrine —
To drink the air
As I would wine.

To Love I've built a temple here,
Beneath the boughs of oak and pine,
Beside a spring that all the year
Tells of a harmony divine.
I own no creeds
Sweet Love beside —
My spirit's needs
Are satisfied.