With this one friend – I ask no more – To love me till I die, I sing my songs that, after death, My friends may multiply. To make this world, when I am gone, Think all the more of me – Each time a rainbow's in the sky, Or bird is on a tree. That God may say, when I am judged – 'This sinner did his duty: Who made men worship Me the more, By his great love of beauty.' |