BETWEEN TWO WORLDS.
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What if this silver ring
(Loose it clings, love, yet does cling:)
Should ne'er be changed for any other? nay,
This very hand I fling
About your neck should—Hush! to-day's to- day:
(Loose it clings, love, yet does cling:)
Should ne'er be changed for any other? nay,
This very hand I fling
About your neck should—Hush! to-day's to- day:
To-morrow is—ah, whose?
You 'll not lose, love, you 'll not lose
This hand I pledged, if never a wife's hand
For tender household use
Led by yours fearless into a far, far land.
You 'll not lose, love, you 'll not lose
This hand I pledged, if never a wife's hand
For tender household use
Led by yours fearless into a far, far land.
Kiss me and do not grieve;
I believe, love, I believe
That He who holds the measure of our days,
And did thus strangely weave
Our opposite lives together, to His praise—
I believe, love, I believe
That He who holds the measure of our days,
And did thus strangely weave
Our opposite lives together, to His praise—
He never will divide
Us so wide, love, us so wide:
But will, whatever befalls us, clearly show
That those in Him allied
In life or death are nearer than they know.
Us so wide, love, us so wide:
But will, whatever befalls us, clearly show
That those in Him allied
In life or death are nearer than they know.
