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to a later love. Nay, Vivian, hush! my soul has passed above All selfish feelings! I would have it so. While I am with the angels, blest and glad, I would not have you sorrowing and sad, In loneliness go mourning to the end. But, love! I could not trust to any other The sacred office of a foster-mother To this sweet cherub, save my own heart-friend. "Teach her to love her father's name, Maurine, Where'er he wanders. Keep my memory green In her young heart, and lead her in her youth, To drink from th' eternal fount of Truth; Vex her not with sectarian discourse, Nor strive to teach her piety by force; Ply not her mind with harsh and narrow creeds, Nor frighten her with an avenging God, Who rules his subjects with a burning rod; But teach her that each mortal simply needs To grow in hate of hate and love of love, To gain a kingdom in the courts above. "Let her be free and natural as the flowers, That smile and nod throughout the summer hours. Let her rejoice in all the joys of youth, But first impress upon her mind this truth: No lasting happiness is e'er attained Save when the heart some _other_ seeks to please. The cup of selfish pleasures soon is drained, And full of gall and bitterness the lees. Next to her God, teach her to love her land; In her young bosom light the patriot's flame Until the heart within her shall expand With love and fervor at her country's name. "No coward-mother bears a valiant son. And this, my last wish, is an earnest one. "Maurine, my o'er-taxed strength is waning; you Have heard my wishes, and you will be true In death as you have been in life, my own! Now leave me for a little while alone With him--my husband. Dear love! I shall rest So sweetly with no care upon my breast. Good night, Maurine, come to me in the morning." But lo! the bridegroom with no further warning Came for her at the dawning of the day. She heard his voice, and smiled, and passed away Without a struggle. Leaning o'er her bed To give her greeting, I found but her clay, And Vivian bowed beside it. And I said, "Dear friend! my soul shall treasure thy request, And when the night of fever and unrest Melts in the morning of Eternity, Like a freed bird, then I will come to thee. "I will come to thee in the morning, sweet! I have been true; and soul with soul shall meet Before God's throne, and shall not be afraid. Thou gav'st me trust, and it was
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