Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,
Heaven gave me more—it made thee mine.
[Burns comes to the door and continues the song.]
While day and night can bring delight,
Or nature aught of pleasure give,
While joys above my mind can move,
For thee, and thee alone, I live!
When that grim foe of life below
Comes in between to make us part,
The iron hand that breaks our band,