In Some Sad Hour
In some sad hour I'll hold your trembling hand
And plead the passing moments for delay,
When one of us must pass beyond the real
And one must stay.
It matters not to us which it shall be;
Who first shall tread alone the hidden ways;
But God be gentle in that lonely hour
To one who stays.
A Valentine
If white-winged Peri from the golden gate
Should ask what gift to me would be most dear
From her bright home above,
Quick would the thought and quick the pleading be
That from her bounteous gifts of land and sea
I still might keep your love.
So on this day when Cupid walks abroad
And shoots his arrows from a golden bow
To aid St. Valentine,
I only ask that through the years to be
Whatever else the fates may hold for me
Your love may still be mine.
