The love I bear to thee

S. Foster

At midnight hour when all alone,

I often sit and think of thee,

And wish that like a star I shone,

With brightness in thy memory;

That while thy form lies calm in sleep,

From every care and sorrow free,

Thy guardian angel then would speak,

And tell the love I bear for thee,

The love I bear for thee.

I wander where we've often strayed,

In childhood's hours now passed and gone,

SYSTEMI view the scenes where we have played,

And mourn the joys forever flown;

And yet I know if thou wouldst seek,

To drive me from thy memory,

Thy guardian angel then would speak,

And tell the love I bear for thee,

The love I bear for thee.