To Fannie

My Fannie dear! when absence rends My faithful heart from thee, What gloomy thoughts oppress my mind, There is no joy for me.

By day, woe wastes my sinking soul, By night I wake and sigh; And still the grief that kills me quite, Is, Fannie is not nigh.

Oh! may that God whose name is Love Her form to me restore; That I may never, never part