He Loves! If In The Bygone Years Thine Eyes Have Ever Shed Tears - Bitter, Unavailing Tears, For One Untimely Dead - If In The Eventide Of Life Sad Thoughts Of Her Arise, Then Let The Memory Of Thy Wife Plead For My Boy - He Dies! He Dies! If Fondly Laid Aside In Some Old Cabinet, Memorials Of Thy Long-Dead Bride Lie, Dearly Treasured Yet, Then Let Her Hallowed Bridal Dress - Her Little Dainty Gloves - Her Withered Flowers - Her Faded Tress - Plead For My Boy - He Loves!