Out with the busy throng,
And like a butterfly flit to and fro,
As you sing a worldly song;
When pleasure’s bright flame is burning,
Into the blaze you fly,
And then from temptation turning,
For purer life you sigh.—Chorus.
When honest love in your heart finds a place,
Bright as the sun’s your life;
Plans for the future, in fancy you trace,