No riches from his scanty store

No riches from his scanty store

My lover could impart;

He gave a boon I valued more -

He gave me all his heart!

His soul sincere, his gen'rous worth,

Might well this bosom move;

And when I ask'd for bliss on earth,

I only meant his love.

But now for me, in search of gain,

From shore to shore he flies:

Why wander, riches to obtain,

When love is all I prize!

The frugal meal, the lowly cot,

If blest my love with thee!

That simple fare, that humble lot,

Were more than wealth to me.

While he the dang'rous ocean braves,

My tears but vainly flow:

Is pity in the faithless waves

To which I pour my woe?

The night is dark, the waters deep;

Yes, soft the billows roll:

Alas! At every breeze I weep; -

The storm is in my soul.