A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed

    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 !