TO THEA. "Her love was registered in Heaven." By day, by night, in weal or wo, I'll still love thee. If it be mine to dwell afar In distant lands beyond the sea, Where savages untutored are, I'll still love thee. Or in my home near thee to dwell, A simple child of minstrelsy, And win the world with song's sweet spell I'll still love thee. If ever in the festal throng I go, midst sounds of revelry, And Beauty's smile, and dance, and song, I'll still love thee. Or if the waves of sorrow roll Around me wild, tempestuously, And overwhelm at last my soul, I'll still love thee. And when upon the couch of death, And time is closing unto me, My latest prayer-my latest breath I'll breathe for thee. But when we see, Maid, as in thee, These truly all combine, We feel Love's thrill Our bosoms fill, And bow at Beauty's shrine. I FEEL ALONE. "The light of happiness is in the heart." I GO where Beauty's cheek is smiling, And song and music are beguiling And feel alone. I walk along the crowded street Amidst the glittering throng, And pleasant smiles and greetings meet From those who've loved me long, And feel alone. Oft muse along the water's side, Where buoyant vessels go Like living things adown the tide, And skiffs dart to and fro, And feel alone. |