I CHANGE BUT IN DYING.

I CHANGE but in dying,—I am faithful till death! I will guard thee with care from pollution's foul breath; I promise that ne'er in neglect thou shalt pine; I change but in dying,—say, wilt thou be mine? I come not with riches; good fortune ne'er blest me; Yet one of less worth hath often carest me; The light of true love o'er thy pathway shall shine; I change but in dying,—say, wilt thou be mine? I change but in dying,—no holier vow From lips mortal e'er came than I breathe to thee now; It comes from a heart with love for thee sighing; Believe me, 't is true,—I change but in dying!