Ah, need I say, believe _me_ true? You know how tender, yet how strong, This heart's emotions are, how half Of all its throbs to you belong; How fain 'twould burst its prison-walls To nestling beat against your own; How joyous 'twas when you were near, How sadly yearning, now, alone. Ay, till the weary life is done, Though we again may never meet, Let's not forget the by-gone days That like a dream passed, swift and sweet; Still let thy knowledge of my love Thy faith in humankind renew, Let that great love still for me plead, And, to the last, believe _me_ true! * * * * * Printed and Published by W. & R. CHAMBERS, 47 Paternoster Row, LONDON, and 339 High Street, EDINBURGH. * * * * * _All Rights Reserved._ End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art,, by Various