Gilbert Parker - Love's Comradeship lyrics

It is enough that in this burdened time The soul sees all its purposes aright. The rest--what does it matter? Soon the night Will come to whelm us, then the morning chime. What does it matter, if but in the way One hand clasps ours, one heart believes us true; One understands the work we try to do, And strives through Love to teach us what to say? Between me and the chilly outer air Which blows in from the world, there standeth one Who draws Love's curtains closely everywhere, As God folds down the banners of the sun. Warm is my place about me, and above, Where was the raven, I behold the dove.