With You

Tho’ all the world forsakes me,

     One heart I know beats true;

Tho’ poverty o’ertakes me,

     I’m rich, sweetheart, in you.

You e’er have stood close by me,

     When skies were far from blue;

And you will ne’er deny me,

     Life’s weary journey through.

Your face will e’er be near me

     Where’re I chance to stray;

Your voice will rise to cheer me

     And guide me on my way.

I’ll face the dark and sad days,

     With courage born anew;

With you they will be glad days

     With you, sweetheart, with you.

c. Sept. 19, 1903