Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
II.
Going to heaven!
I don't know when,
Pray do not ask me how, —
Indeed, I 'm too astonished
To think of answering you!
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
II.
Going to heaven!
I don't know when,
Pray do not ask me how, —
Indeed, I 'm too astonished
To think of answering you!