Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!

I think true love is never blind, / But rather brings an added light; / An inner vision quick to find / The beauties hid from common sight.

O that one unguarded moment! / Were it mine to live again, / All the strength of its temptation / Would appeal to me in vain.

Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest.

Books were put out, and 'had a run,' / Like coinage from the mint; / But which could fill the place of one, / That one they wouldn't print?

Do we call the star lost that is hidden / In the great light of morn?

Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light.