(Written During Sickness). Soul - Oh! Say Must I Leave This World Of Light With Its Sparkling Streams And Sunshine Bright, Its Budding Flowers, Its Glorious Sky? Vain 'Tis To Ask Me - I Cannot Die! Angel - But, Sister, List! In The Realms Above, That Happy Home Of Eternal Love, Are Flowers More Fair, And Skies More Clear Than Those Thou Dost Cling To So Fondly Here. Soul - Ah! Yes, But To Reach That Home Of Light I Must Pass Through The Fearful Vale Of Night; And My Soul With Alarm Doth Shuddering Cry - O Angel, I Tell Thee, I Dare Not Die! Angel - Ah! Mortal Beloved, In That Path Untried Will I Be, As Ever, Still At Thy Side, Through Gloom To Guide Till, Death'S Shadows Passed, Thou Nearest, Unharmed, God'S Throne At Last. Soul - Alas! Too Many Close Ties Of Love Around My Wavering Heart Are Wove! Fond, Tender Voices, Press Me To Stay - Think'St Thou From Them I Would Pass Away? Daily My Mother, With Anguish Wild, Bends O'Er The Couch Of Her Dying Child, And One, Nearer Still, With Silent Tears, Betrays His Anguish, His Gloomy Fears - Yes, Even Now, While To Thee I Speak, Are Hot Drops Falling Upon My Cheek; Think You I'd Break From So Close A Tie? No, My Guardian Angel, I Cannot Die! Angel - Poor Child Of Earth! How Closely Clings Thy Heart To Earth And To Earthly Things! Wilt Thou Still Revolt If I Whisper Low That Thy Father In Heaven Wills It So - Wills That With Him Thou Should'St Henceforth Dwell, To Pray For Those Whom Thou Lovest So Well, Till A Time Shall Come When You'll Meet Again, To Forget For Ever Life'S Grief And Pain? Soul - Spirit, Thy Words Have A Potent Power O'Er My Sinking Heart In This Awful Hour, And Thy Soft-Breathed Hopes, With Magic Might. Have Chased From My Soul The Shades Of Night. Console The Dear Ones I Part From Now, Who Hang O'Er My Couch With Pallid Brow, Tell Them We'll Meet In Yon Shining Sky - And, Saviour Tender, Now Let Me Die!