When your joys are of the sweetest
And your heart is light and free;
When your griefs are skimming fleetest,
Love, one moment think of me. I’d not ask you to remember
Me when life is dull and drear;
When your hopes are but an ember
From a cold and vanished year; Sorrow’s far too bleak a burden
To retain in mem’ry’s hall.
Friendship has no greater guerdon
Than to happiness recall. So, when roses scent the twilight
Air with ling’ring dew damp breath,
Please remember me as eye-bright
Faith remembers until death. | 
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