what light marks a face but the one you wish to see,
then the whole of the world has a friend for me;
when a smile shows us all all we ever want,
never stranger is a stranger but when you are in doubt—
o so solemn is a soul awaiting its joy,
as calm as the wonder upon the face of a boy—
and golden are the gifts oft-given by friends,
no matter when they meet or where-ever they’ll end.