Thus we’re taught in this cold world to smother
Each feeling that once was so dear;
Like that young bird, I’ll seek to discover
A home of affection elsewhere.
Tho’ this heart may still cling to thee fondly,
And dream of sweet memories past,
Yet Hope, like the rainbow of summer,
Gives a promise of Lethe at last.
Still so Gently o’er me Stealing.
Still so gently o’er me stealing,