It is only the common lot of man;
We must live our actual lives, my dear,
And make the best of those lives that we can.
I used to be certain of perfect bliss,
And find it in every breath I drew;
And now the height of my happiness is
To lessen the sorrow that burthens you!
Thank God that we met when our lives were bright,
And earth was as fair as heaven above,
And stood in the lovely religious light,