by Eliza Cook
Those we love
Language: English
We leave our own our father land, To lead the wand'rer's fearful life, On stormy seas or desert sand, In pilgrim peace or busy strife. But there's a hope to light and cheer, Thro' all of danger, toil and pain, It shines to dry the startling tear, And gilds the pathway back again To those we love. Let others give us gems and gold, With gems and gold we'd lightly part, We take them but we do not hold The treasures to our throbbing heart, Such costly boons may have the pow'r, To win our thanks and wake our pride, But dearer is the wither'd flow'r That has been worn and thrown aside By those we love. We pine beneath the regal dome, We prize not all that's rich and fair, We cannot rest in princely home, If those we cherish dwell not there, But let the spirit choose its lot, We'd rather seek the rover's tent Or gladly share the lowly cot, And fondly bless the moments spent With those we love.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Michael William Balfe (1808 - 1870), "Those we love" [ voice and piano ], confirmed with a CD booklet [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Malcolm Wren [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2023-11-27
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