Fidelity

FIDELITY

As clings the fog to the tree

So cleave I my love to thee

As clings the fog to the wall

I cleave thee my love through all

And storms may come, and storms may go

And winter's frost, and ice, and snow

Yet to thee I still fondly cling

And o'er thee throw a shelt'ring wing

HORTON YARDLEY

Thanks to Kate Gibson again for this one