Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear / Thou ever wilt remain;
One only hope my heart can cheer,-- / The hope to meet again.
Oh fondly on the past I dwell, / And oft recall those hours
When, wand'ring down the shady dell, / We gathered the wild-flowers.
Yes, life then seem'd one pure delight, / Tho' now each spot looks drear;
Yet tho' thy smile be lost to sight, / To mem'ry thou art dear.
Oft in the tranquil hour of night, / When stars illume the sky,
I gaze upon each orb of light, / And wish that thou wert by.
I think upon that happy time, / That time so fondly lov'd,
When last we heard the sweet bells chime, / As thro' the fields we rov'd.
Yes, life then seem'd one pure delight, / Tho' now each spot looks drear;
Yet tho' thy smile be lost to sight, / To mem'ry thou art dear.
-- George Linley (1798-1865) -- Song
