These lips to mine, shall I no more press?
Nor my hand clasp thine in fond caress?
Must I wait in vain thy step to hear?
Will thy voice no longer greet my ear?
Oh, this would be anguish too great to bear!
I cannot, oh, Father, not e’en to thy care,
Surrender this life so dear to me.
Oh, Infinite Father, must it be?
Must I drink from this cup of bitter woe?
Oh, I cannot let my dear one go!”