If Life Were But A Dream, My Love, And Death The Waking Time; If Day Had Not A Beam, My Love, And Night Had Not A Rhyme,-- A Barren, Barren World Were This Without One Saving Gleam; I'd Only Ask That With A Kiss You'd Wake Me From The Dream. If Dreaming Were The Sum Of Days, And Loving Were The Bane; If Battling For A Wreath Of Bays Could Soothe A Heart In Pain,-- I'd Scorn The Meed Of Battle'S Might, All Other Aims Above I'd Choose The Human'S Higher Right, To Suffer And To Love!