But grant my prayer, and I will pray
For you in yonder sky;
Oh, God! I ask a little thing—
I ask with them to die!’
But the burning words fell cold and lone,
As the sun’s warm rays on a marble stone;
Life was a curse too bitter and wild
For the broken heart of Earth’s weary child;
And the stricken one found a self-sought grave
’Neath the crystal light of the foaming wave.