Ah, yesterday was dark and drear, 
My heart was deadly sore; 
Without thy love it seemed, my Dear, 
That I could live no more. 

And yet I laugh and sing to-day; 
Care or care not for me, 
Thou canst not take the love away 
With which I worship thee. 

And if to-morrow, Dear, I live, 
My heart I shall not break: 
For still I hold it that to give 
Is sweeter than to take.