Let Us Make A Leap, My Dear, In Our Love, Of Many A Year, And Date It Very Far Away, On A Bright Clear Summer Day, When The Heart Was Like A Sun To Itself, And Falsehood None; And The Rosy Lips A Part Of The Very Loving Heart, And The Shining Of The Eye But A Sign To Know It By; - When My Faults Were All Forgiven, And My Life Deserved Of Heaven. Dearest, Let Us Reckon So, And Love For All That Long Ago; Each Absence Count A Year Complete, And Keep A Birthday When We Meet.