For the sake of bright to-morrow,
Darken’d all my joys to-day;
And he whisper’d,
“Come, my fair one! come away!
“I’m in all thy griefs a sharer,
Thy afflictions all are mine;
’Tis, my love! to draw thee nearer
To my heart, I’m breaking thine;
I have won thee,
Won thy heart by love divine!