Pass thou on! for the vow is said
That may ne'er be broken;
The trembling hand hath a blessing laid
On snowy forehead and auburn braid,
And the word is spoken
By lips that never their word betray'd.
Pass thou on! for thy human all
Is richly given,
And the voice that claims its holy thrall
Must be sweeter for life than music's fall,
And, this side heaven,
Thy lip may never that trust recall.