I remember thy last vow that made me
Forget all my sorrow and care,
And I think of the dear voice that bade me
Awake from the dream of despair.
I regard not the gay scene around me,
The smiles of the young and the free,
Have not now the soft charm that once bound me.
For that hath been broken by thee;
And tho' voices, dear voices are teeming,
With friendship and gladness, and wit,