Ah Memory! why reproach me so
With shadows of the past,
The thrilling hopes of long ago
That came and went so fast?
Ye tender tones of that dear voice,
Ye looks of those loved eyes,-
Return,- and bid my heart rejoice,
For true love never dies!

Rejoice? - O word of Hope! I may
When those indeed return;
For looks and tones so past away
In solitude I yearn!
Let others fancy I forget
The light of those dear eyes,-
I love,- O how I love thee yet!
For true love never dies.