A sigh or a tear
Is all you may fear.
A sigh or a tear
Is all you may fear
When you gaze in the tomb of the dear dead past,
Where the shadows of sunshine yet are cast.
A sigh for the rose, though bleached and dried,
That close to the loved one lived and died,
For the voice that is still—once dear to thee—
For the face that is gone—ah me! ah me!