Should dark sorrows make thee languish, Cause thy cheek to lose its hue, In the hour of deepest anguish, Darling, then I’ll grieve with you. Though the night be dark and dreary, And it seemeth long to thee, I would whisper, “be not weary;” I would pray love, then, for thee.

Well I know that in the future, I may cherish naught of earth; Well I know that love needs nurture, And it is of heavenly birth. But though ocean waves may sever I from thee, and thee from me, Still this constant heart will never, Never cease to think of thee.