Yes, Oft I Think of Thee
When morn's first flush streams on high,Or when the twilight's crimson flush
Is fading in the western sky.I'll think of thee in mirth's gay hours,
When song and jest pass fleeting by,When o'er me memory has one power,
That is—to think of thee.
Amid my daily toil and care,And through the watches of the night
For thee to Heaven ascends my prayer;I'll think of thee through shade and light—
Fondly and truly I'll think of thee—Loving thee ever through evil and right,
And ask in return that you "remember me."
Nyack, Nov. 12th, 1861.