The golden rays of morning
Touched the silver of his hair,
And crowned with sudden glory
A life made dull with care.
There came across his pathway
A woman with a song,
It was so full of gladness,
So pure and passion strong,
That his soul woke into living,
And his heart began to long
For the words that filled the music,
The music of her song.
Well, she sang of hope and honor,
Of patience and of truth,
Till, time forgot, he walked within
The sunlight of his youth.
And all the shining present
Dimmed the darkness of the past,
For golden hair makes stronger ties
Than fire can ever cast.