I Change but in Dying
I CHANGE but in dying,—I am faithful till death!
I will guard thee with care from pollution’s foul breath;
I promise that ne’er in neglect thou shalt pine;
I change but in dying,—say, wilt thou be mine?
I come not with riches; good fortune ne’er blest me;
Yet one of less worth hath often carest me;
The light of true love o’er thy pathway shall shine;
I change but in dying,—say, wilt thou be mine?
I change but in dying,—no holier vow
From lips mortal e’er came than I breathe to thee now;
It comes from a heart with love for thee sighing;
Believe me, ’t is true,—I change but in dying!