The World Is Full Of Gems To-Day, The World Is Full Of Love; The Earth Is Strewn With Star-Gemmed Flowers That Fall From Skies Above. The Sunshine Is A Stream Of Gold That Flows From Flower To Flower; The Shadows Are But Passing Thoughts That Mark Each Shining Hour. The Pansy Nods Her Purple Head, And Sings A Silent Song; Her Life Is Full Of Sunny Hours-- The Days Are Never Long. The Rose Uplifts Her Sun-Crowned Head; She Is The Queen Of Love; Her Eyes Behold The Hidden Stars That Glow In Skies Above. There Is A Fragrance In The Air, A Glory In The Sky; Oh, Who Would Sigh For Other Days, Or Grieve For Things Gone By?