My Old Sweetheart Is Away To-Day; I Feel As I Did Of Old, In My Courting Days, When Far Away I Yearned For Her More Than Gold. I Thought Of Her Handsome, Smiling Face, Her Noble And Cultured Brow, Of Her Gentle Ways, And Charming Grace; I Missed Her Less Then Than Now. Through The Long Years Of Our Wedded Life, Now Nearly A Full Two Score, She Has Proved Herself A Loving Wife, And A Sweetheart Evermore. Our Love Has Grown With The Flight Of Time, As The Mountain Stream May Grow; Or As A Tree In A Genial Clime When Free From The Frost And Snow. The Tempest May Madly Rage Without, We Have Lasting Peace Within; And Confidence Ne'er Gives Place To Doubt, Nor Concord To Noisy Din. She Will Soon Return Again To Me, From Her Visit In The West, And The Dear Face That I Long To See Will Be Nestling On My Breast. And I Will Feel As In Olden Time, With A Love Not Dreamed Of Then; No Happier Man In Any Clime Is Known To The Sons Of Men. And When We Part At The Silent Tomb, 'Twill Be But A Passing Day Before We Meet Where There Is No Gloom, And Sweethearts Forever Stay. Full Forty-Six Years Of Wedded Life, Enjoyed With My Sweetheart Here; They Were Happy Years, Devoid Of Strife, And Full Of Christian Cheer; Then Her Master Called Her Spirit Home, And I Am Left To Walk Alone. Ere Long My Journey, Too, Will End, And My Spirit To God Arise; Perhaps He May My Sweetheart Send To Escort Me To The Skies; And There With Our Saviour We Shall Be, Yet Sweethearts Still Through Eternity.