Ah, yesterday was dark and drear, br My heart was deadly sore; br Without thy love it seemed, my Dear, br That I could live no more. br br And yet I laugh and sing to-day; br Care or care not for me, br Thou canst not take the love away br With which I worship thee. br br And if to-morrow, Dear, I live, br My heart I shall not break: br For still I hold it that to give br Is sweeter than to take.