If you came back from out the mist of years,
With roses of forgiveness in your hands,
Should I not clasp them still as tenderly,
As when we trod the sun-kissed mem'ry lands?

If you came back with sorrow in your eyes,
And in your heart great bitterness and pain,
Should I not give each hour of life, my soul,
To win you back to joy and hope again?

If you came back from out the mist of years,
I would not blame you, though my tears might flow,
But read with you the Book of Love again,
From the dear page we left so long ago!