Twenty thousand souls abreast
May call me yet the heaven’s blest.
Midst twenty thousand strong
I say that life may yet be wrong,
But to be seen by one amidst the throng
Is yet to know that I belong.
What darkest eyes may set awry,
That single smile may yet supply
In heart and mind my dear ally
But for that sigh, that cruel goodbye.
Give to me that Crown—
Right quick, before I drown.