And when I come at last to lay me down and die,
Perhaps all unattended, ’neath the cocoa’s shade,
It will be sweet to me to know that I have toiled
For other worlds than this,
And, oh, if any for whom satan has struggled as he has for me
Should through my labors ever reach yon blissful shore.
Through all the ages of eternal years
My happy spirit never shall regret
That toil and suffering once were mine below!
—Selected.