Charles Lloyd - The Faithful One lyrics

Where is that crowd of friends that could dispense Refreshing rapture to life's sunny morn? Where are those loves, affections, that are born Of freedom, sentiment, and confidence? It is silent all! a blank to every sense! The energy of life, that used to scorn The rule of pale experience, is withdrawn! That power erewhile so buoyant and intense. Yet there is one who faithful still remains, Who loves my solitude, as once she loved My cheer in social life: who loves my joy, Nor flies my couch when gnawing sickness reigns: She, like the minister of heaven, hath proved That "time and chance" can true love never destroy.