Aere Perennius Poem by Charles Hanson Towne

As long as the stars of God
Hang steadfast in the sky,
And the blossoms 'neath the sod
Awake when Spring is nigh;
As long as the nightingale
Sings love-songs to the rose,
And the Winter wind in the vale
Makes moan o'er the virgin snows--
As long as these things be
I would tell my love for thee!

As long as the rose of June
Burst forth in crimson fire,
And the mellow harvest-moon
Shines over hill and spire;
As long as heaven's dew
At morning kisses the sod;
As long as you are you,
And I know that God is God--
As long as these things be
I would tell my love for thee!