1. O absent one, though far, still dear art thou
To me, though lost in distance near or far

2. For thee still longs this heart that constant glows
And for thy sake bears many an inward scar

3. Perchance thy grace may pity thy poor friend
And comfort give to my sad heart forlorn

4. Ask of my state and what my letters send
But read them not, their tale is only mourn