Hide not thy anguish

Hide not thy anguish

Thou must not deceive me,

Thy fortunes have frown'd,

And the struggle is o'er;

Come then the ruin!

For nothing shall grieve me,

If thou are but left me,

I ask for no more.

Hard is the world,

It will rudely reprove thee;

Thy friends will retire,

When the tempest is near;

Now is my season,

And now will I love thee,

And cheer thee when none

But thy Mary will cheer.

Come to my arms,

Thou art dearer than ever!

But breathe not a whisper

Of sorrow for me:

Fear shall not reach me,

Nor misery sever,

Thy Mary is worthy

Of love and of thee.