My home must be where'er thou art

'Tis more than vain to bid me seek

In other lands a peaceful home;

'Tis easy such light words to speak,

But hearts there are that cannot roam.

Mountain and vale might loveliest be,

But doom'd from thee to live apart,

How cheerless all would seem to me --

My home must be where'er thou art.

My love finds no response from thine,

Some happier one will share thy lot;

But, while remembrance still is mine,

Some joy remains -- THOU unforgot!

Our spirits in my dreams will meet,

Like kindred streams too long apart;

And in my visions, false, yet sweet,

Thou wilt be mine whose'er thou art.