Love And Death

Kot here. Oh, Death ! not here. Is cbere uo other flowar tor thee to takef All the world is thine, and for its sake. Oh, come not bere! Seo bow 1 bow myself bofore thy might- Ask what thoiwilt, bul leave this heart to ma, Then will I deck thee with a garland bright, And freely give my sweetest dreams to thee - Whisper sueh loveliness in thlne ear That tbou shalt wish eaoh day to be a night; But come not here. 7ioii cau.,1. noo couie - I will not let thee pass. Thou shalt not conquer me. Alas! alas! Think not of what I said - I meant it not. I know I cannot atay thee. if the lot Is cast. Still, let this one heart live, And I will eívu thee all I have to give. Ah, me! Iinaynotdie. With sorrow wild, Good Death, have pity on a little child: Oh, come not here! Death gently tbrust the weeplng child aside; But íus he slowly possed toward tho room - Like diamoud flashiug rose red in the gloom - Olistened a not cvcti Death eould hide- He onterfd in