While bright and red our evening sun is setting,
And all thy thoughts belong to heaven alone;
While happy dreams thy thoughts employ,
Would I were with thee in thy joy.
Would I were with thee, when no longer feigning
The hurried laugh, that stifles back a sigh,
When thy young lip pours forth its sweet complaining,
And tears have quench’d the light within thine eye;
When all seems dark and sad below,
Would I were with thee in thy woe.