Love Met A Worldling On The Way, And Softly Crept Into His Breast. Straight Self And Greed Refused To Stay Where Love Had Dared To Make His Nest. Love Met A Mourner On The Road, And Said: "I'll Bear Thee Company." Full Soon The Mourner Lost His Load Of Grief, And Care, And Misery. Into A Grim And Cheerless Home Love Forced His Way Through Barriers Tall; Fled Wretchedness, And Chill, And Gloom - The Golden Sunshine Flooded All.