To know her was to love her.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

To know her was to love her.

It doesn't much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else.

Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay.

Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him.

Then never less alone than when alone.