Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1640/Song

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SONG.

With thee my thoughts are calm and sweet.
Without thee they are wild and sad;
With thee my life is all complete,
Without thee it is stormy — mad:
Be true to me, my love, be true!
I'm nothing, if I have not you.

With thee my heart is aye at rest,
Without thee it is tempest-tost;
With thee my life is fully blest.
Without thee I am wreck'd and lost:
Be true to me, my love, be true!
I'm nothing, if I have not you.

Mary Cowden Clarke.
Temple Bar.