Changed ere long shall my fortunes be,
Yet my faith is firm--I will go with thee.
I yield not weakly to fancy's trance,
Or the fitful flame of young romance;
I dwell with a calm, unshrinking mind
On the scenes that I seek and leave behind;
My future fate spread forth I see,
And my choice is fix'd--I will go with thee.
I have thought on this hour with many a tear,
In the timid weakness of woman's fear;
It comes, and I rise, the test above,
In the dauntless strength of woman's love.
Gaze not upon me with looks so sad--
My step is firm, and my heart is glad;
This last, last sigh for my home shall be--
Past is the trial--I go with thee.
_Dublin_.