A fall of worldly life cannot devour
Nor take fate herein, lest tomorrow wilt
By Godly hand to the breadth and power
Of all our love, fabricate where built
The mere consciousness of a bright esteem
By once fair days of light into my soul
She loved me purer than heavenly dream
O what flawless beauty into extol!
What within this earthly sphere may adieu
My tears, when away from this world she parts
Through her mortal coil by the one who knew
What always twinned our souls, mirrored our hearts
What life is life without the life it were
I'll cease my mortal pain to be with her
Nor take fate herein, lest tomorrow wilt
By Godly hand to the breadth and power
Of all our love, fabricate where built
The mere consciousness of a bright esteem
By once fair days of light into my soul
She loved me purer than heavenly dream
O what flawless beauty into extol!
What within this earthly sphere may adieu
My tears, when away from this world she parts
Through her mortal coil by the one who knew
What always twinned our souls, mirrored our hearts
What life is life without the life it were
I'll cease my mortal pain to be with her
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