Golden lamp of the day

Lo see the golden lamp of the day,
Brings the glory of the year.
Lo hear the singing birds that say,
Adieu gloom and welcome cheers.
Colourful fragrant flowers gay,
Cope with sweet memories of the dear.
Let soft murmuring breeze say,
Though far in person they are near.
For it’s not the person they hold.
It’s only the heart they control.