Love is enough though the world be a-waning,
Love is enough though the people have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the skies be too dark the daisies fair blooming.
Deep in flower and in flesh, in star and soil and seed,
We shall be notes in that great Symphony of love
in ever y fallen star, in Every fallen tear, in Every courageous heart
in every life that leaves, new suns across the sky will rise again.
