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EVER FAITHFUL.
I never will forsake thy lowly lot,
When fortune frowns and summer friends depart,
If all the world fly from thee, I will not,
Thy sorrows make thee dearer to my heart.

I'll not forsake thee when chill age comes on,
And dims thine eye and tints thy locks with snow,
I'll never leave thee when earth's joys are gone,
And mirth gives place to sickness, grief and woe.

And when thou'rt laid upon the bed of death,
And pain distorts thy features, languid, pale,
I will not shrink, but watch thy parting breath,
And gently sooth thee till each pulse shall fail.

Thus, if the God who rules decrees to spare
My life till thou to thy long home art gone,
I'll mourn for thee, and pray to join thee there,
Till all is past, and life itself is done.