HERS.

Nay, Love, not so I frame my prayer to God;

I want you close beside me to the end;

If it could be, I would have Him send

A similtaneous death, and let one sod

Cover our two hushed hearts. If you have trod

Paths strange to me on earth, oh, let me wend

My way with yours hereafter: let me blend

My tears with yours beneath the chastening rod.

If you must pay the penalty for sin,

In vales of darkness, ere you pass on higher,

I will petition God to let me go.

I would not wait on earth, nor enter in

To any joys before you. I desire

No glory greater than to share your woe.