For your sweet sake : poems / by James E. McGirt [electronic text]

TRUE LOVE.

How true, dear, my love is; Too great to compare, Truer than the stars, That shoot from their sphere; Think how the sun sets And withdraws its light; Think how I love thee Alone in the night. Think of its rising, How it varies in time; Oh! there is no varying In this heart of mine. True as a rock, then— How could I this say When softest of waters Can wear stone away? Even time must change To eternity. Oh! there is no changing In my love for thee. True as eternity! No, it's not begun; All must start even When a race is to run. When old eternity Becomes mossy and gray, Then, dear, I'll love thee The same as to-day.

Fear not that pale death Will drift us apart; Ah! death cannot sever The love in my heart. When we reach heaven We shall find our own; I'm told we will know there As we are known.