How did the old song run? “My Rose is there.”
If I shall wake in Paradise one day
And find him safe, and safely still my own,
Not won away from me by some new face,
And see his eyes with the old steadfast look,
Why, that will be enough, that will be heaven!
But if, instead, I find another there
Close to his side where once I used to rest,
No matter who it be, angel or saint,
I must cry “Shame!” whate’er the penalty.