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As rose such sorrow in a heart below.
He clasped her to his breast, and gently bore
Her to the light; and then she speaks once more.
He clasped her to his breast, and gently bore
Her to the light; and then she speaks once more.
"Grieve not, my friend; it is not hard to—die;
For—God is good, and takes me—painlessly.
But I would suffer all that death may give,
To die—thus—in your arms;—and know you live,—
And love me;—and shall come, when life is o'er,
To clasp my hand,—upon that other shore,—
Where love is—all in all; where thou and I
Shall—part no more! but, for a time—good- bye!"
For—God is good, and takes me—painlessly.
But I would suffer all that death may give,
To die—thus—in your arms;—and know you live,—
And love me;—and shall come, when life is o'er,
To clasp my hand,—upon that other shore,—
Where love is—all in all; where thou and I
Shall—part no more! but, for a time—good- bye!"
"O, stay, love! do not leave me all alone!
What joy in life, when thy dear soul has flown?
Live!—and be mine! I'll crown this brow with fame,
And all the world shall wonder at thy name!"
The glazing eyes look up reproachfully;—
"The same old dream!" she whispers gaspingly.
What joy in life, when thy dear soul has flown?
Live!—and be mine! I'll crown this brow with fame,
And all the world shall wonder at thy name!"
The glazing eyes look up reproachfully;—
"The same old dream!" she whispers gaspingly.
"Ever the dross is hoarded, day by day,—
And the pure gold of life—is flung away;
The sun's true, living warmth,—that lights—the noon,
Is—bartered for—the candle—in the gloom!
And the pure gold of life—is flung away;
The sun's true, living warmth,—that lights—the noon,
Is—bartered for—the candle—in the gloom!
