If Death Should Claim Me For Her Own To-Day, And Softly I Should Falter From Your Side, Oh, Tell Me, Loved One, Would My Memory Stay, And Would My Image In Your Heart Abide? Or Should I Be As Some Forgotten Dream, That Lives Its Little Space, Then Fades Entire? Should Time Send O'Er You Its Relentless Stream, To Cool Your Heart, And Quench For Aye Love'S Fire? I Would Not For The World, Love, Give You Pain, Or Ever Compass What Would Cause You Grief; And, Oh, How Well I Know That Tears Are Vain! But Love Is Sweet, My Dear, And Life Is Brief; So If Some Day Before You I Should Go Beyond The Sound And Sight Of Song And Sea, 'T Would Give My Spirit Stronger Wings To Know That You Remembered Still And Wept For Me.