Robby and Ruth grew weary at last—
Bobby went first the shining way;
And when the earth on his grave was cast,
The faithful Ruth could no longer stay;
And daisy ne’er blossomed or wild-rose grew
O’er hearts more tender, leal and true!
Love’s vows were sweet
When they sat at Love’s feet,
And Heaven makes love itself complete.
Louisa S. Upham.