TWO PRAYERS.

Dear, when you lift your gentle heart in prayer, Ask God to send His angle Death to me Long ere He comes to you, if that may be. I would dwell with you in that new life there, But having, man-like, sinned, I must prepare, By sad probation, ere I hope to see Those upper realms which are at once thrown free To sweet, white souls like yours, unstained and fair Time is so brief on earth, I well might spare A few short years, if so I could atone For my marred past, ere you are called above. My soul would glory in its own despair, Till purified I met you at God’ s throne, And entered on Eternities of Love.