BY GEO. W. H. HARRISON.

Amid the cares and griefs of life,
One precious thought I'll ne'er forget,

I have a fond and faithful wife,
For darling Lulu loves me yet.

The bitterest pang that earth can give
Can never make my soul regret

The fact that I on earth can live,
While Lulu says she loves me yet.

The sweetest joy my heart could know
Would prove a diamond yet unset,

Whose radiant light could never glow,
Like this sweet thought, "She loves me yet."

Should grief deluge my troubled soul
Till every hour some care beset,

I could defy its stern control
While murmuring, "Lulu loves me yet."

Should every friend I have on earth
Each vow of loyalty forget,

I could survive the cruel blow,
Since darling Lulu loves me yet.

Should earth with one accord combine,
Sweet Lulu's influence to beset,

It would not change my constant mind,
If I but felt "She loves me yet."

I care no sweeter boon in life,
Nor will my heart its choice regret;

I only long to meet that wife
Who truly says she loves me yet