| lyric | Love thee dearest, love thee! Yes while yonder star is there.
Which, thr’o clouds above thee,
Shines so sadly fair.
Tho’ too oft dim with tears, like him,
Like him my truth will shines;
And love thee, dearest love thee.
Yes till death I’m thine.
Love thee, dearest, love thee! No — that star is not more true
When my vows deceive thee, he will wander too.
A cloud of night, may veil his light
And death shall darken mine
But leave thee, dearest, leave thee! No — till death I’m thine! |