Do not say that life is waning,

  Or that hope's sweet day is set;

While I've thee and love remaining,

  Life is in the horizon yet.

Do not think those charms are flying,

  Tho' thy roses fade and fall;

Beauty hath a grace undying,

  Which in thee survives them all.

Not for charms, the newest, brightest,

  That on other cheeks may shine,

Would I change the least, the slightest.

  That is lingering now o'er thine.