Over the Left.
I am thine in thy gladness,
I am thine in thy tears,
My love, it can change not
In absence or years.
Were a dungeon thy dwelling,
My home it should be,
Its gloom would be sunshine,
Were I but with thee.
For life has no beauty
Of thee, love, bereft.
I am thine, and thine only,
THINE OVER THE LEFT.