I And My Soul Are Alone To-Day, All In The Shining Weather; We Were Sick Of The World, And We Put It Away, So We Could Rejoice Together. Our Host, The Sun, In The Blue, Blue Sky Is Mixing A Rare, Sweet Wine, In The Burnished Gold Of His Cup On High, For Me, And This Soul Of Mine. We Find It A Safe And Royal Drink, And A Cure For Every Pain; It Helps Us To Love, And Helps Us To Think, And Strengthens Body And Brain. And Sitting Here, With My Soul Alone, Where The Yellow Sun-Rays Fall, Of All The Friends I Have Ever Known I Find It The Best Of All. We Rarely Meet When The World Is Near, For The World Hath A Pleasing Art And Brings Me So Much That Is Bright And Dear That My Soul It Keepeth Apart. But When I Grow Weary Of Mirth And Glee, Of Glitter, And Glow, And Splendor, Like A Tried Old Friend It Comes To Me, With A Smile That Is Sad And Tender. And We Walk Together As Two Friends May, And Laugh, And Drink God'S Wine. Oh, A Royal Comrade Any Day I Find This Soul Of Mine.