Though years may part my love from me
My heart shall true & faithful be,
Though seas again between us roll
My heart's the needle to the pole,


Still pointing true to thee & home;
Whenever I may stay or roam
The love long true I had for thee
Like suns that never set shall be.


Memory of thee shall still prevail,
Thy voice shall cheer the morning gale
And should I cross the blue sea wave,
And should I fill a foreign grave,


Thy early smiles, & face so fair
The memory's dreams shall bless me there,
Smile in each wave around me spread
And bloom upon my lowly bed —


If there it be my lot to sleep
Thy spirit in the dews shall weep
And in the evening wind shall sigh
And bless me where I lowly lie.
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