Ever of Thee.
Ever of thee I’m fondly dreaming;
Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer;
Thou wert the star that, mildly beaming,
Shone o’er my path when all was dark and drear.
Still in my heart thy form I cherish;
Every kind thought, like a bird, flies to thee;
Ah! never, till life and memory perish,
Can I forget how dear thou art to me;
Morn, noon, and night, where’er I may be,