THOU art the soul of a summer's day, br Thou art the breath of the rose. br But the summer is fled br And the rose is dead br Where are they gone, who knows, who knows? br Thou art the blood of my heart o' hearts, br Thou art my soul's repose, br But my heart grows numb br And my soul is dumb br Where art thou, love, who knows, who knows? br Thou art the hope of my after years — br Sun for my winter snows br But the years go by br 'Neath a clouded sky.