For a smile that is bright and cheering
As sunshine and waves at play.

[Enter Cupid.]

Paolo--
Good morrow, Cupid. (C.) I salute thee too.

Paolo--
What errand brings you out amid the snow?
Perchance you've lost your way, rash Cupid. (C.) No.
The harbinger of spring to lovers true,
I started out while yet the snowflakes flew.

Paolo--
You're late I fear, my hopes have sunk too low.

Cupid--
Let not your drooping spirits fail, faint heart
Did never yet assume that valiant part
That finds a way in spite of what befall
And wins at length to beauty's citadel.

Paolo--
Thanks, Cupid, for your words of lofty cheer;
My heart responds, I see my pathway clear.


My Darling