Well I recall my Father's wife,
The day he brought her home.
His children looked for years of strife,
And troubles sure to come --
Lie down -- lie down! -- my noble hound,
That joyful bark give o'er;
It wakes the lonely echoes round,
But rouses me no more --
'Tis merry to hear, at evening time,
By the blazing hearth the sleigh-bells chime;
To know the bounding steeds bring near
The loved one to our bosoms dear.
What -- write my name!
How vain the feeble trust,
To be remembered
When the hand is dust --
Enchanting spirit! -- at thy votive shrine
I lowly bend a simple wreath to twine;