EVER BE HAPPY.
These verses, “like the “Drunkard's Lament,” were written for music, and widely circulated in that form.
EVER be happy, wherever thou art—
Leaving a broken heart;
Still be thy bosom unclouded with care,
Though I no more am there:
Yet, like a star,
Worshipped afar,
Purely loved still thou art—
Loved by a broken heart.
Well I remember the hours that we met—
Oh! that I could forget!
Oh! that Oblivion might haply o'ercast
Joys that too brightly passed!
Oh! that my soul
Thought might control,
And forget that thou wert
Loved by a trusting heart!
I can but bless thee, wherever thou art—
Bless thee with hopeless heart;
I can but pray that no grief shall be thine,
Grief such as now is mine.
Though in the dust
Lies all my trust,
Yet beloved still thou art—
Loved by a changeless heart.
Ever my spirit in memory returns,
Fondly my heart still yearns:
Yet must I love thee, and call thee mine own,
Still is my heart thy throne;
Joy's dream is past,—
Death comes at last:
Yet beloved still thou art—
Loved by a dying heart!
Ever be happy, wherever thou art—
Loved by a dying heart!
