Life is sweet and death is cold
And, though the world is hard to tread,
The morning glow and sunset red
And Earth’s bright treasures manifold
Say, Life is sweet and death is cold.
Love is warm and hate is chill
And, though the world is strange and proud,
Yet like a rainbow shines the cloud
When eyes and lips and laughter still
Say, Love is warm and hate is chill.
Life is sweet and love is warm,
And what of all the woes that come
When Winds are loud and birds are dumb?
Forget the woes and, for a charm,
Say, Life is sweet and love is warm.
D.M. Baillie, Theology of the Sacraments
