Classic Poem

" Thou'rt mine Love"

1

Thou'rt mine Love, in gladness;
In sickness, and sorrow;
Oh! — the love of to day,
Shall not change with the morrow,
While the bright mirror'd sky,
Is pourtray'd in the river:
While there's light in thine eye,
Thou'rt mine love for ever.

2

My delight's in thy keeping,
In daylight and gloaming;
I dream of thee sleeping,
And think of thee roaming.
Thou'rt mine love in gladness,
In sickness, and sorrow;
Oh! the smile of to day,
Shall not change with the morrow.