At last;when all the summer shine,
that warmed life´s early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine;
and hold them closed at last at last...
Not oft the robin comes to build
its nest upon the leafless bough;
by autum robbed,by winter chilled.
But You! dear Heart!You Love Me now;
Though there are shadows on my brow,
and tears on my cheek;In truth;
The marks where times unforgotten,
broke up the Blooming sward of youth;
Though fled is every girlish grace,
might win or hold a Lovers Vow;
Despite my sad and faded face and lonesome
Heart;You Love Me now...
I count no more my wasted tears,
they left no echo of their fall;
I mourned no more my Lonesome years
this Blessed hour,Cheers All...
