ONLY A LOCK OF HAIR.
Words by the Hon. Mrs. G. R. Gifford. Music by Claribel.
Only a spark from love's dear shrine, whose altar fires are dead;
Only a tress, whose silken sheen once crowned a lovely head;
Only a token, wrapped away, of happier days that were.
Long vanished from my wistful gaze, only a lock of hair.
Only one link, a link of gold, between the past and me;
One tender leaflet flutt'ring still upon a blasted tree;
Only a relic, dim with tears, of what was once so fair,
The image sweet of life in death, only a lock of hair.
Of what was once my all in all, but these sad links remain,
To bind me, now and evermore, within their silken chain;
Poor token of a faded past, dim relic once so fair,
To lie upon my lonely heart, only a lock of hair.