Let they life be precious unto thee, remembering this:
There is no joy that life doth hold for me,
But greater is that I may tell it thee;
No burden borne that bids me weep,
But would be greater far if thou didst lie
Quiet and still in thy last sleep.
I should be satisfied if I could lead thee to a stronger walk,
That thy work should lie in some channel deep and wide,150If heart and soul were attuned to some good purpose,
Though unto me through life, companionship
should be denied,
Yet thus knowing, I should be satisfied.