Sunrise is in your eyes, and in your heart br The hope and bright desire of morn and May. br My eyes are full of shadow, and my part br Of life is yesterday. br br Yet lend my hand your hand, and let us sit br And see your life unfolding like a scroll, br Rich with illuminated blazon, fit br For your arm-bearing soul. br br My soul bears arms too, but the scroll's rolled tight, br Yet the one strip of faded brightness shown br Proclaims that when 'twas splendid in the light br Its blazon matched your own.