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And when thy gaze may chance to dwell
On these light leaves, these youthful strains,
Oh, think of one who loves thee well,
And will, while ever life remains.
On these light leaves, these youthful strains,
Oh, think of one who loves thee well,
And will, while ever life remains.
Yes; though again we soon must part,
Yet still, whate'er our lot may be,—
Remember, one unchanging heart,
Through shade and sunshine, glows for thee.
Yet still, whate'er our lot may be,—
Remember, one unchanging heart,
Through shade and sunshine, glows for thee.
E.
August 6, 1835.
