Confession

S love you. That is all. Lifo holds no moro. llere in your anus I have no otlicr world. WIrti' is the mad ambition known of yorc? Ah! Bed away to somu far foniu'ii shoiv. And lost forover. Yes, I love you, Swuut- Vou only, you alone. My heart. my lifo, ! lay- a meager offerins- at your feet, With tears bucause it iaso littlo worth. You aro my soul, my all- my llcaven and Eairth. O love mei Say of lovo thcre 3 no deartli! Look at me with warm brown eyes, my own. And banish fear and pain and doubting strife. Kiss me with ea.cer lips, and never moan Shall teil you tliat I grieve my fallen throne. Aml you have loved me all these weary years? 0 patiënt heartl O nuin's heart, stroug and truel Nay, do not kiss away these silent tears. 1 could weep out my passionate heart for you- For yon, O my own Love. my own truo Love. Can the white, shining Anuels up abovo Have more of patience aud of tenderness? There! let me stop your lips with my caress. And press the white lids down, as fair, cool snow Shuts out the violets from the winter'a woe. Now press my wan, white cheek against your heart. And let me rest here, from the world apart, Forevermore. Ijove - ah, forevermore! All lifu's yrim üilence and pain are o'cr.