Place Thy Lilly-White Hand In Mine, Maid With The Wealth Of Golden Hair; - Tresses, That Gleaming Like Gold, Entwine, Round About A Sweet Face So Fair. Sweetheart, Oh! Whisper Once More The Words, That Came From Those Coral Lips Of Thine, And Bound Thee To Me By Those Silken Cords, - And Place Thy Lilly-White Hand In Mine, Place Thy Lilly-White Hand In Mine, That Its Gentle Pressure May Tell My Heart That The Idol Round Which I Had Reared A Shrine, Is Mine, - Mine, - Never From Me To Part. Sweetest And Fairest Of Woman Kind! Gentlest, Kindest, Lovingest, Best, - Virtues With Beauties Are So Combined, That Manhood Pays Homage At Love'S Behest. Place Thy Lilly-White Hand In Mine, Let Its Velvet Touch On My Horny Palm, Comfort, Encourage, Embolden, Refine, - This Grosser Clay, By Its Subtle Charm. Long As Life Lasts Let Me Clasp Thy Hand, As A Pledge Of Our Oneness, Existing Now; And When I Depart For The Better Land, Let It Rest For A While On My Death-Cold Brow. Falsehood, Treachery, Sickness, Pain, - I Have Endured, Yet Hopefully Stand Strong In The Thought I Have Lived Not In Vain. Had I Won But This Treasure, - This Lilly-White Hand.