HERS.

Nay, Love, not so I frame my prayer to God; I want you close beside me to the end; If it could be, I would have Him send A similtaneous death, and let one sod Cover our two hushed hearts. If you have trod Paths strange to me on earth, oh, let me wend My way with yours hereafter: let me blend My tears with yours beneath the chastening rod. If you must pay the penalty for sin, In vales of darkness, ere you pass on higher, I will petition God to let me go. I would not wait on earth, nor enter in To any joys before you. I desire No glory greater than to share your woe.