OH! let not sorrow cloud thine eye,
Or doubt oppress thy heart,
For love, like truth, can never lie,
Nor truth, like love, depart.
To be mine own, I've chosen thee,
From all the world deems fair;
And I've vowed thine own to be,
Then wherefore cherish care?
Thou canst not think a love like mine,
Could e'er to thee cause pain;
Or make thy gentle heart repine
That it has loved in vain:
Thee still mine eyes desire to see,
Like sunlight from above;
For all my heart is full of thee,
And all my heart is love.
1833.