When I rejoice,
He shows no pleasure.
When I am sad,
It grieves him not.
His solemn voice
Has tones I treasure —
My heart they glad,
They solace my unhappy lot!
When I despond,
My woe they chasten —
When I take heart,
My hope they cheer;
With folly fond
To him I hasten —
From him apart,
My life is very sad and drear!
