Hold yet a while, Strong Heart,Not part a lifelong yoke
Though blighted looks the present, future gloom.
And age it seems since you and I began our
March up hill or down. Sailing smooth o’er
Seas that are so rare-,Thou nearer unto me, than oft-times I myself-
Proclaiming mental moves before they were !,Reflector true-Thy pulse so timed to mine,