Martha 1938

Ah! So pure, ah! So bright

Bursts her beauty on my sight.

Oh! So mild, so divine,

She beguiled

This heart o’ mine.

Ere I saw her sweet face,

On my heart there was no trace,

Of that love from above,

That in sorrow now I face.

But alas now thou has gone,

And in grief I’m all alone,

Life a shadow does seem,

And my joy a fleeting dream, a fleeting dream.

None so rare, none so fair,

Here in my poor heart,

None to compare.

Art so mild, art so divine,

You beguiled this heart of mine.

Martha, Martha,

I implore thee,

Leave me now to defend our despair.

Never leave me,

Nor deceive,

Come and share thine boon with me,

Come and share thine boon ah with me.

Martha, Martha,

I implore thee,

To return to me,

Oh come and share thine love own with me.