From the Newark Evening Star, May 8, 1914.
I’ll deck my brow with roses, for loved ones will be there;
And the gems that others gave me I’ll wear within my hair,
And even those that know me will think my heart is light
Though my heart shall break tomorrow, I’ll be all smiles tonight.
And when the dance commences, oh, how I will rejoice!
I’ll sing the songs he taught me without a faltering voice,
And flatterers gathered ‘round me will think my heart is light
Though my heart shall break tomorrow, I’ll be all smiles tonight.
And when the room he enters, with the bride upon his arm,
I’ll stop to gaze upon her as though she wore a charm.
And if he smiles upon her as oft he smiled on me
They’ll know not what I suffer; they’ll find no change in me.
And when the dance is over, and all have gone to rest,
I’ll pray for him, dear mother, the one that I love best;
For once he loved me true, dear, but now he’s cold and strange;
He said he’d never deceive me. False friends have wrought the change.