My Own, My Chosen Bride

By James Nack

And thou art torn, my fairest!
From him who loves thee best,
And I must lose the heaven
That long my heart has blest!
But though we part, my fairest!
No parting can divide
Our wedded hearts, my fairest!
My own, my chosen bride!

Forget me not, my fairest!
Thou shalt not be forgot;
Remember all our fondness --
Sweet love! forget me not!
Where'er thou art, my fairest!
My soul is at thy side;
My heart with thine, my fairest!
My own, my chosen bride!

For years and years, my fairest!
A life of toil and care
Must win a worthy fortune,
For thee at last to share;
But then -- oh then, my fairest!
I'll come with joy and pride,
To claim my first, my fairest!
My own, my chosen bride!