Go Where Glory Waits TheeAir — Maid of the ValleyGo where glory waits thee,But while fame elates thee, Oh! still remember me.When the praise thou meetestTo thine ear is sweetest, Oh! then remember me.Other arms may press thee,Dearer friends caress thee,All the joys that bless thee, Sweeter far may be;But when friends are nearest,And when joys are dearest, Oh! then remember me!When, at eve, thou rovestBy the star thou lovest, Oh! then remember me.Think, when home returning,Bright we’ve seen it burning, Oh! thus remember me.Oft as summer closes,When thine eye reposesOn its lingering roses, Once so loved by thee,Think of her who wove them,Her who made thee love them, Oh! then remember me.When, around thee dying,Autumn leaves are lying, Oh! then remember me.And, at night, when gazingOn the gay hearth blazing, Oh! still remember me.Then should music, stealingAll the soul of feeling,To thy heart appealing, Draw one tear from thee;Then let memory bring theeStrains I used to sing thee, — Oh! then remember me.