This little poem has
been kindly sent in by a reader in response to a request.
If you are ever going to love
me,
Love me now, that I may know
All the sweet and tender
feelings
Which from real affection
flow.
Love me now, while I am
living,
Do not wait till I am gone
And then chisel it in marble,
Warm love words on ice cold
stone.
If you wait till I am sleeping
Ne’er to waken here again,
There’ll be walls of earth
between us
And I couldn’t hear you then.
If you knew someone was
thirsting
For a drink of water sweet,
Would you be so slow to bring
it?
Would you tread with laggard
feet?
There are many all around us
Who are thirsting for our
love.
Would we grudge to them what
Heaven
Kindly sends us from above?
I won’t need your kind
caresses
When the grass grows o’er my
face;
I won’t crave your love nor
kisses
In my last low resting place.
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