THE sunshine of your presence lies br On the glad garden of my heart br And bids the leaves of silence part br To show the flowers to your dear eyes, br And flower on flower blooms there and dies br And still new buds awakened spring, br For sunshine makes the garden wise, br To know the time for blossoming. br br Night is no time for blossoming, br Your garden then dreams otherwise, br Of vanished Summer, vanished Spring, br And how the dearest flower first dies. br Yet from your ministering eyes br Though night hath drawn me far apart br On the still garden of my heart br The moonlight of your memory lies.