To garland o’er her faded bowers;
There’s balm and sunshine on her wing,
But where’s the friend she used to bring?
One heart is sad ’mid all the glee,
And only asks, “Oh, where is he?”
He comes not now, he comes not now,
To chase the gloom from off my brow,
He comes not with his wonted smile
The weary moments to beguile.
There’s joy in every look I see,