Classic Poem

Had heaven a star, a single star,
A solitary lamp,
One beacon-light to shine afar
And lead me back to camp—
That one sure star would bring me to
The camp, the waiting fire, and you.

Had life but one, a single one,
But you, unchanging still,
However far my feet might run
Down valley or up hill—
That one true heart, the heart of you,
In good or ill would bring me through.