Something to smile upon and to caress;
Something to fill up the void in my heart,
That will not, when sorrow comes o’er me, depart.
Something to love me, something to pet,
Something that kindness can never forget;
Something that clings to me, even a bird,
In whose sweet music reproach is not heard.
Something to cheer me, and stay by my side,
That never will leave me, whate’er may betide,
That I may still in this hollow world find,