POEMS IN ENGLISH
A YOUNG MAN’S SONG
My girl is true, my girl is sweet,
When in the town we chance to meet
It almost seems to me as though
A rose were growing in the street.
And if I see her in the lane,
Though winter’s freezing might and main,
I half suspect, in spite of all,
That Spring’s upon us once again.
When luck is out and things look blue
And folks are up against me too,
There’s naught in that to cast me down
Because she trusts me through and through.
And at the altar-railings when
My faith and truth I swear, oh then
I’ll pray, “God strike me if I fail—
So help me! World without end. Amen!”