They say we are too young to love,
Too wild to be united;
In scorn, they bid us both renounce
The fond vows we have plighted.
They send thee forth to see the world,
Thy love by absence trying;
Then go! for I can smile farewell—
Upon thy truth relying.
I know that pleasure’s hand will throw
Her silken nets about thee:
I know how lonesome I shall find
The long—long days without thee.
But in thy letters there’ll be joy:
The reading—the replying;
I’ll kiss each word that’s traced by thee—
Upon thy truth relying.
When friends applaud thee, I’ll sit by,
In silent rapture gazing;
And oh! how proud of being loved,
By her they have been praising!
But should detraction breathe thy name,
The world’s reproofs defying:
I’d love thee—laud thee—trust thee still—
Upon thy truth relying.
E’en those who smile to see us part
Shall see us meet with wonder:
Such trials only make the heart
That truly loves grow fonder.
Our sorrows past shall be our pride,
When with each other vying:
Thou wilt confide in him who lives
Upon thy truth relying.