Love and Light walk'd hand in hand
Beneath the warmth of summer sun
And Light, she shimmered in the dawn
And fair upon the hills did run.

And Love, into his heart he took
The shining Light, and did adore,
And pledged that she alone would shine
Within his soul forevermore.

Upon her tender lips he placed
A sacred and eternal kiss
And said, "Dear Light, please take and keep
No Love into your heart but this."

And in his eyes she gazed with joy,
And spoke to him a binding word
For music like the voice of Light
Never else on earth was heard.

Then Evil rose and block'd the sun;
Tow'ring, dark, and fierce was he!
And in a voice of ice he spoke:
"Love and Light no more shall be!"

Then Love arose, and valiant fought
With strength like that of twenty men,
With shining sword and gleaming eye
He grimly, bravely strove to win.

But as the battle clamor rang
Echoing o'er both hill and tree,
Evil struck the mortal Light,
And as she fell he laughed with glee.

"My Love!" cried Light in a voice of woe,
As dimmed the stars that were her eyes;
And Evil, who had won the day
Rose up into the darkn'ing skies.

But Love fell trembling to his knees
As Evil disappear'd from view
And wildly wept into her hair,
"Ah, no! Dear Light, this can't be true!"

The flow'rs, in darkness, bowed their heads,
The trees began to weep and mourn,
And Love, grief-stricken, beat his breast
And cursed the day that he was born.

But sud'nly in the haze of grief
A tiny bird began to sing
And through his tears, Love saw that Hope
Was borne on blue and silver wings.

And through the deep and gloomy wood
There floated music, sad and sweet:
A hundred tiny, warbling throats
Proclaiming Hope above defeat.

And with his eyes still wet with tears
Love slowly rose up from the ground
And though no words he dared to speak,
His spirits lifted with the sound.

Still broken is the heart of Love,
And mortal Light fills not the sky,
But in the heart of truest Love,
Not Light nor Hope shall ever die.