Might one day there have left a widow’d heart,

Pining alone. We will go hence, beloved!

To the bright country where the wicked cease

From troubling, where the spoiler hath no sway;

Where no harsh voice of worldliness disturbs

The Sabbath-peace of love. We will go hence,

Together with our wedded souls, to heaven:

No solitary lingering, no cold void,

No dying of the heart! Our lives have been

Lovely through faithful love, and in our deaths