HELEN GUY D HARDELOT Because Because, you come to me, with naught save love, and hold my hand and lift mine eyes above, a wider world of hope and joy I see, because you come to me! Because you speak to me in accent sweet, I find the roses waking 'round my feet, and I am led through tears and joy to thee, because you speak to me! Because God made thee mine, I’ll cherish thee, through light and..