What shall a man remember
 In days when he is old,
And Life is a dying ember,
 And Fame a story told? 
Power?that came to leave him?
 Wealth?to the wild waves blown?
Fame?that came to deceive him?
 Ah, no! Sweet Love alone! 

Honour, and Wealth, and Power
 May all like dreams depart?
But Love is a fadeless flower
 Whose roots are in the heart.