Roses of Forgiveness

If you came back from out the mist of years,

With roses of forgiveness in your hands,

Should I not clasp them still as tenderly,

As when we trod the sun-kissed mem'ry lands?

If you came back with sorrow in your eyes,

And in your heart great bitterness and pain,

Should I not give each hour of life, my soul,

To win you back to joy and hope again?

If you came back from out the mist of years,

I would not blame you, though my tears might flow,

But read with you the Book of Love again,

From the dear page we left so long ago!