I Gave Him My Heart, And He

I Take So Little Interest In My Daily Life, That I Hardly Remember To Eat And Drink.

No Coward Soul Is Mine.

I Ran To The Children's Room: Their Door Was Ajar, I Saw They Had Never Laid Down, Though It Was Past Midnight; But They Were Calmer, And Did Not Need Me To Console Them. The Little Souls Were Comforting Each Other With Better Thoughts Than I Could Have Hit On: No Parson In The World Ever Pictured Heaven So Beautifully As They Did, In Their Innocent Talk; And, While I Sobbed, And Listened. I Could Not Help Wishing We Were All There Safe Together.

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same; And Linton's Is As Different As A Moonbeam From Lightning, Or Frost From Fire

They Forgot Everything The Minute They Were Together Again.