’Twixt loving hearts, whom coldness parts,
Let not the dreary silence reign.
Magic words! what are they?
Things the truest soul will say!
Magic words! magic words!
Ah! dear as to the dying flow’r,
The starry dews that balm infuse,
And whisper of the fallen show’r!
Sweet as the bubbling desert spring
To one who wanders o’er the sands,