Joy Came In Youth As A Humming-Bird, (Sing Hey! For The Honey And Bloom Of Life!) And It Made A Home In My Summer Bower With The Honeysuckle And The Sweet-Pea Flower. (Sing Hey! For The Blossoms And Sweets Of Life!) Joy Came As A Lark When The Years Had Gone, (Ah! Hush, Hush Still, For The Dream Is Short!) And I Gazed Far Up To The Melting Blue Where The Rare Song Dropped Like A Golden Dew. (Ah! Sweet Is The Song Tho' The Dream Be Short!) Joy Hovers Now In A Far-Off Mist, (The Night Draws On And The Air Breathes Snow!) And I Reach, Sometimes, With A Trembling Hand To The Red-Tipped Cloud Of The Joy-Bird'S Land. (Alas! For The Days Of The Storm And The Snow!)