I beg you not to dread sweet death;
'Tis but the first and faintest breath
"Of the life that God hath given
To fit immortal souls for heaven!
Be certain, darling, all seems love,
Viewed from the higher courts above!
"The cares and troubles that arise
Will prove sweet blessings in disguise;
They'll waft you to a home above,
Where I'll await your coming, Love!"
I heard these words and fell on the breast
Of the peerless bride that heaven had dressed.
I yearned for those blissful regions above
With heart overflowed with passionate love.
My peerless flower, tho' nipped in youth,
Perennial shall bloom in the Garden of Truth!
I see in the distance a roseleaf hand
Beckoning me on to that glorious land.
Tho' parted on earth we'll meet in the sky,
Where bliss cannot perish, and love cannot die.