"Dear Husband: Come this fall without fail. I want to see you so much. That is the one bright hope I have. If you do not get me, Somebody else will. It is said that Master will sell me; Then all my hopes will fade. If I thought I should never see you again, This earth would have no charms for me. The baby has started to crawl. The other children are well. Oh that blessed hour When I shall see you once more! You must write to me soon And say when you can come."
To an Absent Love
Song Cycle by Kirke Mechem (b. 1925)
1. Dear Husband  [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Harriet Newby , a slave, from an actual letter to her husband Dangerfield.  [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
2. A farewell  [sung text checked 1 time]
Goodbye! - no, do not grieve that it is over, The perfect hour; That the winged joy, sweet honey-loving rover, Flits from the flower. Grieve not - it is the law. Love will be flying - Yes, love and all. Glad was the living - blessed be the dying. Let the leaves fall.
- by Harriet Monroe (1860 - 1936) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
3. Fair Robin I Love  [sung text checked 1 time]
Fair Robin I love and hourly die, But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye; He's fickle and false, and there we agree, For I am as false and as fickle as he. We neither believe what either can say; And neither believing, we neither betray. 'Tis civil to swear and say things, of course; We mean not the taking for better or worse. When present we love; when absent agree: I think not of Robin, nor Robin of me. The legend of love no couple can find, So easy to part or so easily joined.
- by John Dryden (1631 - 1700), from Amphitryon, first published 1690 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
4. Epilogue ("Debts")  [sung text checked 1 time]
My debt to you, Beloved, Is one I cannot pay In any coin of any realm On any reckoning day; For where is he shall figure The debt, when all is said, To one who makes you dream again When all the dreams were dead? Or where is the appraiser Who shall the claim compute Of one who makes you sing again When all the songs were mute?
- by Jessie Belle Rittenhouse Scollard (1869 - 1948), "Debts" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]