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Well I know thy inclinations,
Wav'ring as the passing wind.
Wav'ring as the passing wind.
I have loved thee, dearly loved thee,
Through an age of worldly woe;
How ungrateful I have proved thee,
Let my mournful exile show.
Through an age of worldly woe;
How ungrateful I have proved thee,
Let my mournful exile show.
Ten long years of anxious sorrow,
Hour by hour, I counted o'er,
Looking forward till to-morrow,
Every day I loved thee more.
Hour by hour, I counted o'er,
Looking forward till to-morrow,
Every day I loved thee more.
Wealth and splendour, cou'd not charm me,
Rank possess'd n i lure for me;
Nor could threats, or fears alarm me,
Save the fear of losing thee.
Rank possess'd n i lure for me;
Nor could threats, or fears alarm me,
Save the fear of losing thee.
When the storm of untune press'd thee,
I have wept to see thee weep;
When relentless cares distrest thee,
I have lull'd those cares to sleep.
I have wept to see thee weep;
When relentless cares distrest thee,
I have lull'd those cares to sleep.
Think, when all the world forsook thee,
When with grief thy soul was press'd,
How to these fond arms I took thee,
How I clasp'd thee to my breast.
When with grief thy soul was press'd,
How to these fond arms I took thee,
How I clasp'd thee to my breast.
When with thee, what ills could harm me,
Thou could'st every pang assuage;
But when absent, nought could charm me,
Every moment seem'd an age.
Thou could'st every pang assuage;
But when absent, nought could charm me,
Every moment seem'd an age.
