I should like to send you a sunbeam,
or the twinkle of some bright star,
or a tiny piece of the downy fleece
that clings to a cloud afar.

I should like to send you the essence
of a myriad sun-kissed flowers,
or the lilting song as it floats along,
of a brook through fairy bowers.

I should like to send you the dew-drops
that glisten at break of day,
and then at night the eerie light
that mantles the Milky Way.

I should like to send you the power
that nothing can overthrow -
the power to smile and laugh the while
a-journeying through life you go.

But these are mere fanciful wishes;
I'll send you a Godspeed instead,
and I'll clasp your hand - then you'll understand
all the things I have left unsaid.