All nature now is sleeping,
No living thing is creeping,
I’m all alone with Annie,
Who is all the world to me.
The silent trees look neater,
The flowers, too, are sweeter,
But naught’s so sweet as Annie,
Who is all the world to me.
My head with thought is turning,
My heart with love is burning,
I’m so happy with Annie,
Who is all the world to me.
Sweet nature is insisting,
I must not be resisting,
I’ll ask the hand of Annie,
Who is all the world to me.
THE QUESTION.
“O say, my lovely creature,
Thou brightest work of nature,
Do you love him, dear Annie,
Who is all the world to thee?”
THE ANSWER.
“Do you love the sweet Savior?
Do you seek his kind favor?
Do you love your dear Annie,
Who is all the world to thee?
“Will you live with the wisdom,
That rules the holy kingdom,
And please the heart of Annie,
Who is all the world to thee?
“If you’ll shun the evil tempter,
With true love for a helper,
Accept the hand of Annie,
Who is all the world to thee.”