Where are the joys of yesteryear?
Is no trace left behind?
Have they taken wings, those treasures dear,
And flown upon the wind?
Not so; on Spirit, Truth, were stayed
The joys of yesteryear.
Thus they leave us not, nor can they fade,
For Truth is always here.
There is no future in Truth's sight
Could steal our joys away,
Nor remembrance of a past delight
To spoil a glad today.
