Believe me if all those endearing young chams
(Tune: My lodging is in the cold cold ground)

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,Like fairy-gifts, fading away!Thou wouldst still be ador'd as this moment thou art,Let thy loveliness fade as it will;And, around the dear ruin, each wish of my heartWould entwine itself verdantly still!

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,And thy cheeks unprofan'd by a tear,That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,To which time will but make thee more dear!Oh! the heart, that has truly lov'd, never forgets,But as truly loves on to the close;As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,The same look which she turn'd when he rose!