SONG.
Reading edition
The following lines were written to the air No. 4, in the 5th book of Mendelsohn's "Lieder ohne Wörte."
Oh, say not, lady, That ought could ever This fond heart sever From love and thee Go, bid the billow Now calm its motion, The restless ocean Rest endlessly! Should'st thou deceive me,— All earthly blessing, Not worth possessing,— Away I'd flee. And far from home, love— My lost hopes mourning— Nor thence returning,— I'd pray for thee! And though a stranger To earthly gladness, There is a sadness More glad than mirth,— The joy of sorrow; The sweetest pleasure, A tear-bought treasure Of heavenly birth! Though all around me Were darkness veiling, Yet light unfailing In death shall rise! Though day departeth, Nor cloud nor sorrow Shall dim that morrow In yonder skies!