If Love Survives

If nothing takes away our power

To think of what is past-

What matters where our sprits go,

What life we lead at last?

Whether we burn in summer's heat

Or freeze in winter's cold;

Whether we float on silver waves,

Or ride on beams of gold:

No matter where or what we are,

To work, my love, or play;

In heaven or Earth, our cry shall be-

'How old is Love to-day!'