A Song

The sun may shine, the rain may fall,
  And the world roll round about, -
The king's men and king's horses all
  Can never rub one thing out.

Skies may darken - clouds will flit -
  Troubles may gather and go:
For my sweetheart loves me "just a bit!
  And, oh! I love her so.

The vapour vanishes in the sun!
  So pass cures, doubts, and pains -
For I'm "loved a bit" by the dearest one,
  And the best the world contains.