And love him better than ever man was loved.
But it will not be, I shall dwell here alone till I die;
And some day my soul will fly from its prison bars
Over the dreary desert; I suppose that Heaven is as nigh;
But I wonder if I can be happy without him above the stars.
For I think this parting is final; he will not be mine again,
For they say there is no giving in marriage there above;
And should he and his three wives meet on the Heavenly plain,
Effaced by his fresher affections would be his old-time love.