When tears well up behind one’s eyes,
And wrenching sobs turn into fright!
When longing hits to overtake,
One’s spirit, and then to rake.
The very soul that lives within;
There comes the thought of what has been.
The love that was, that is, that will,
Stay with one now, till all is still.
And then on high, one’s soul will ride,
Upon a cloud in heaven’s tide.
One doubts there is a sweeter thought,
Than joining thus which God hath wrought!! …