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constance.
My faith in heaven and in thy truth
Are one for evermore;
I read thy pure soul, and believe,—
I love thee and adore.
Constance, my bride,
My heart's dear pride.
Say, is it well with thee?
Are one for evermore;
I read thy pure soul, and believe,—
I love thee and adore.
Constance, my bride,
My heart's dear pride.
Say, is it well with thee?
The beauty of life's morning-time,
The day's full bloom and light,
Art thou to me; and when, at last,
Comes on the long, chill night,
O, I will crown me with thy love,
And arm me with thy faith,
Breathe out thy name from my deep heart,
And thus go down to death!
Constance, my bride,
My heart's dear pride,
Say, is it well with thee?
The day's full bloom and light,
Art thou to me; and when, at last,
Comes on the long, chill night,
O, I will crown me with thy love,
And arm me with thy faith,
Breathe out thy name from my deep heart,
And thus go down to death!
Constance, my bride,
My heart's dear pride,
Say, is it well with thee?
I know my soul's wild longings
Will seek thee in thy rest,
Where thou liest with a thought of me
Close folded to thy breast.
Will seek thee in thy rest,
Where thou liest with a thought of me
Close folded to thy breast.
