She Loves Me Yet.
Reading edition
BY GEO. W. H. HARRISON.
Amid the cares and griefs of life, One precious thought I'll ne'er forget,
I have a fond and faithful wife, For darling Lulu loves me yet.
The bitterest pang that earth can give Can never make my soul regret
The fact that I on earth can live, While Lulu says she loves me yet.
The sweetest joy my heart could know Would prove a diamond yet unset,
Whose radiant light could never glow, Like this sweet thought, "She loves me yet."
Should grief deluge my troubled soul Till every hour some care beset,
I could defy its stern control While murmuring, "Lulu loves me yet."
Should every friend I have on earth Each vow of loyalty forget,
I could survive the cruel blow, Since darling Lulu loves me yet.
Should earth with one accord combine, Sweet Lulu's influence to beset,
It would not change my constant mind, If I but felt "She loves me yet."
I care no sweeter boon in life, Nor will my heart its choice regret;
I only long to meet that wife Who truly says she loves me yet
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