When with sorrow thy heart doth consume
and the world to thee is joyless hell,
forget thy suffering and thy gloom
and in happy mem'ries seek to dwell.
When heaven's sweet rays cease to shine
and thy heart weeps its bitter fate
and in thy sorrow, thou seeks to find
comfort, in a worthy mate
But when none are there to wipe thy tears,
or hold thee in affection's embrace
let not despair blight thy tender years,
and keep the smile upon thy anguish'd face!
Remember, death would upon thy wounds add
sorrow upon sorrow, no ending as sad!