We strove in vain life to recall, And 'neath the old oak's shade We laid her calmly down to rest, In our own woodland glade. Gently--the turf by stranger hands Was o'er her bright head pressed; And burning tears from stranger hearts Fell o'er that place of rest. We took thee to our hearts and home, With blessings on thy head; We looked on thy blue eye--and wept-- _Remembered was our dead_. For parted from our lonely hearth Was childhood's sunny smile; And hushed the household melody That could each care beguile. Thy name--we knew it not--and then For many a livelong day We sought for one, all beautiful-- And, sweetest, called thee May. With thee--came Spring-lime to our home, Love's wealth of buds and flowers, Lingering--till in its fairy train Shone Summer's golden hours. How will I miss thine own dear voice In Summer's soft, bright eve; A blight will rest on tree and flower-- The hue of things that grieve; And when the wintry hour hath come, And 'round the blazing hearth Shall cluster faces we have loved-- Lost--lost thy joyous mirth. Another hand will twine those curls That gleam so brightly now; Another heart will thrill to hear From _thee_ affection's vow; For I have marked the rosy blush Steal o'er thy brow and cheek, When gentle words fell on thy ear, Which only love can speak. Tears--tears!--a shadow should not rest Upon thy bridal day; My spirit's murmurings shall cease And joy be thine, sweet May. They come with flowers--pure orange flowers-- To deck thy shining hair; Young bride--go forth--and bear with thee, My blessing and my prayer. WHEN SHALL I SEE THE OBJECT THAT I LOVE. A FAVORITE SWISS AIR. ARRANGED FOR THE PIANO FORTE BY JOHN B. MUeLLER. COPYRIGHTED BY GEORGE WILLIG, NO. 171 CHESNUT STREET, PHILADELPHIA. [Illustration:] _Not too slow_. PIANO. Wann wer-de oh wan wer-de ich, Die fer-nen blau-en Hoeh'n, Von When shall I see, when shall I see, The ob-ject that I love? The mei-nem Vat-er-land wenn dich, Hel-ve-lien wie-der seh'n? Denk' friends, the home of in-fan-cy, The mai-den and the grove. The [Illustration:] ich da-ran, Schlaegt, selbst als Mann, Mir meine Brust mil Schmerz und lust', Denn Val-leys fair, The wa-ter clear, The low-ing herds, The sing-ing birds, When al-len Freu-den noch be-wust Moecht ich's noch ein-mal seh'n. shall I see, when shall I see, The things I love so dear? 2. When shall I see, when shall I see, As I have seen before, The gathering crowd beneath the tree, With her that I adore? And happy hear Her voice so clear, Blend with my own, In liquid tone. When shall I see, when shall I see, The things I hold so dear? 2.