When He Who Adores Thee

By Thomas Moore

When he who adores thee has left but the name
Of his fault and his sorrows behind,
O say, wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame
Of a life that for thee was resign'd?
Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn,
Thy tears shall efface their decree;
For, heav'n can witness, though guilty to them,
I have been but too faithful to thee!

With thee were the dreams of my earliest love;
Every thought of my reason was thine: --
In my last humble prayer to the spirit above,
Thy name shall be mingled with mine!
Oh! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live,
The days of thy glory to see:
But the next dearest blessing that heaven can give,
Is the pride of thus dying for thee!