And yet there’s joy along with pain; let me bow
my head here too,
And here with brow upon this wood I’ll tell you
what you never knew.
You’ve asked me many times, old friend, the
secret of an unwed life;
I’ll tell you now: I loved but once; that girl
loved you; she was your wife.
I loved her in those boyhood days, but in Life’s
game of counting out