Love in the summer hills, br With youth to mock at ills, br And kisses sweet to cheat br Our idle tears away. br What else has Time in store, br Till Life shall close the door? br Still let me sing love's lore, br Come sorrow when it may. br br Rain on the weeping hills, br With Death to end our ills, br And only thought unsought br To point our joys' decay. br Oh Life is wounded sore br And Grief's mad waters roar. br Yet will I love once more br To--day as yesterday.