I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road. I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load; - Adelaide Anne Procter

A little longer still, and Heaven awaits thee, And fills thy spirit with a great delight; Then our pale joys will seem a dream forgotten, Our Sun a darkness, and our Day a Night.

Heaven unites again the links that Earth has broken! For on Earth so much is needed, but in Heaven Love is all!

A little longer, and thy Heart, Belovèd, Shall beat for ever with a Love divine; And joy so pure, so mighty, so eternal, No creature knows and lives, will then be thine. A little longer yet — and angel voices Shall ring in heavenly chant upon thine ear; Angels and Saints await thee, and God needs thee: Beloved, can we bid thee linger here!