In the foyer of my beauteous place-a springtime's day,
In my hall of splendid photographs, on pathways, in play;
In our town of churches, on our host of waterways,
In all the pretty places I have seen in all my days;
In a yard of lilacs and wherever pine trees grow,
In all the darkness I have seen, in every moonbeams glow;
In woods and meadows, on lakes and streams, on a starry night,
In happy hours, on pine needle bed, in darkness and in light;
In cathedrals-sacred portals, even all alone,
In hours of pain, in hours of joy, and all things I have known;
In all the days since first you came to share my love in part,
In all these places all I know is, I love you, dear heart.