Part not my way in sorrow friend, for I am but the tree. Whom stood and gave you shelter when the sun would halter thee. Part not my way in sorrow friend, for I am but the sky. Whom brought the rain upon your field and beauty to your eye. Pray not my way in pity friend, for gods do I believe,  Shall shelter me as I did you in love's bright shining sleeve. Pray not my way in pity friend, for have I but one prayer. That when my life to heaven sent, you'll bow and meet me there.