The Wedding Ring

I open wid my treas.'.re z- A gohlen chele my eye: Ali mI no wonder star s tl. o toar, Ho woudcr ihat I sigh. Forin tlie fouundary at tliat ''ing Is al. thr juy ■■f U m.v Me; 'Tía whüt is lelt to me of her 1 hoped f.caí; my wife. It Bobltl ntt be. and I must lionr 11 V pain and nrrw ns I n.ny; Bu yrt 'lie nngui h Jiiis its balín- lt teuchu-s me lo ray. Our ntméi ire grnvcii in the gnld- 1 w ndir if in liuur of glef. Sb e sometimes clu-cks lnr rippling laugh Toturn a thought on mu And picturp to lier nund the bias Tlii.t beralded tli? ring gavi. And poiuliT if I live nnd laujjl'. Or slumber i", my grave But -hat t!ie pleusure or the good? Wliy hould khe wep or Ten sigh? Pi -rlüips slie feels the joy to live, Tliiit 1 should ietíl to die. I tlropthe ring nnd cloíe the lid - Would I could so shut out the past; For wliy recaí I so aweei a hope. To claim a tear st last?