And I,—I thought the room grew dim;

And then, I whisper’d: “Dear, a word,—

For I—I know one other bird

That longs and longs to fly to you;

And, dearest, you may cage it, too;

’Twill sing, and serve, and be so true.”

And then she blush’d, and then she wept,

And then this bird of love she kept.

WHATEVER THE MISSION OF LIFE MAY BE.

Whatever the mission of life may be,