IF God compel to tiny,
to die alone, hy bed
to ruffle round word said
And mark ears thee,--
Pray t, come tenderly !
By the red
Drear -spread,--
And thine agony
Fell bloody from those
Permitted desolations, comfort mine !
No earterpose
No deat my face aud thine,
But stoop to gather my lifes rose,
And smile aal to Divine !