Oh take me to thy heart again!
I never more will grieve thee,
All joys are fled and hope is dead
If I indeed must leave thee.

Forgive the wild and angry words
This wayward heart hath spoken.
I did not dream those cherished chords
So lightly could be broken.

I think how very sad and lone
This life would be without thee.
For all the joys my heart hath known
Are closely twined about thee.

Oh teach me to subdue the pride
That wounded thee so blindly,
And be once more the gentle guide
Who smiled on me so kindly.

Then take me to thy heart again!
I never more will grieve thee,
All joys are fled and hope is dead
If I indeed must leave thee.