What Shall It Matter, Dear?

I.

What shall it matter, Dear, how goes the weather.--
We with our hands and our hearts linked together,--
We with our faces, till daisies we're under,
Set to the skies with their welcomes of wonder.

II.

What shall it matter, Dear, how goes the battle?
Something is greater than all of its rattle,
Something that gladdens the heart with the story
Telling of Love and Love's infinite glory.

III.

What shall it matter, Dear, how the world use us?
'Tis but a show and its antics amuse us!
World that knows nothing of all our sweet gladness
And of the love that dispels every sadness!

IV.

What shall it matter, then, what shall it matter?
Peace still awaits after all of earth's clatter!
Peace still awaits, all our love-dreams adorning,
There in the bliss of the Glorified Morning!