With love and trust and truth, my heart Beats all for thee; And though our lives may wander far apart, Till death's decree Shall pierce my hopes with deadly dart, Thou still my star of guidance art. Good-night, dear one! As gladdest songs, The sweetest dreams Fill all my happy soul in joyous throngs, And tender themes Bring bliss for which my nature longs, And slay the curse of ancient wrongs. Good-night, my little love! In care Of Heaven rest, And may thy life no deeper sorrow share Than love's behest, Beneath the smiles of raptures rare! Good-night! God keep thee everywhere! LIVE LIFE WITH LOVE. There is no soul of anguish or repining, That doubts and trembles in the shades of gloom, But love can lead where softest suns are shining And fill his days with beauty and its bloom. Live life with love! There is no bosom dark with lonely caring, That sadly sorrows in the nights of woe, But love can soothe his torture and despairing, And scatter gladness where his feet may go. Live life with love! There is no scene of misery or sorrow That droops and withers in the dark of night, But love can bring fond yearnings for the morrow And heap the heart with hope's unfading light. Live life with love! There is in all the world no sinful creature That gropes and falters on his troubled way, But love can overcome his erring nature, And change his darkness to eternal day. Live life with love! Sweet love, with bounties that her hands are giving, Can blossom roses on the desert heath, Can brighten all the longings of the living And with found kisses warm the lips of death. Live life with love! As love is thine, so shall thy days be sweeter With all the deeds that shall thy fellows bless; Thy small achievements nobler and completer With truth and hope and highest happiness! Live life with love! DISCONTENT. The sun comes up in the east And the sun goes down in the west, And man to me is a heartless beast And the world has only a savage breast. How thoughts rush over my soul As the waves walk over the sea! Their forms flee soon and the sorrows roll In the deep distress that is over me. How hopes arise in my heart, As the roses bloom over the plain! But time is tearing their sweets apart And they die in darkness and awful pain. Ambitions burn in my breast, As the fires in a city rage; But damp creeps over their fervid zest And they sink away into ashen age. If there was pleasure for pain I could well be happy awhile, And, O, my bosom would ne'er complain, If my fortune gave me a single smile. But here I am, and the curse is on, And my life is a waste of woe, And ere one river of tears is gone, O, another torrent begins to flow.