We'll be true to each other, though Fate has now parted
Two spirits that yearn with devotion and love;
We will show the hard world that we both are strong-hearted,
And the wings of the eagle shall nestle our dove.
They say thou art young, and that I may be fickle,
That Time will cut down all our youth-tinted flowers;
Let us prove that 'tis only old Death with his sickle
Can dare destroy such pure blossoms as ours.
Perhaps it is well that our faith and affection
Are tried by a cold and a lingering test;
But if thou art mine by the soul's free election,
We'll be true to each other, and hope for the rest.
Let us chafe not unwisely, by rudely defying
The doubts and denials that echo in vain;
Like the ship in the stream, on her anchor relying,
We'll live on our truth till the tide turns again.
I'll pray for thy welfare, right firm in believing
That knowledge and years will but help thee to see,
That my spirit, too proud for a selfish deceiving,
Is honest and ardent in cherishing thee.
We are parted, but, trust me, it is not for ever, —
We love, and be certain our love will be blest;
For we'll work, and we'll wait, with Love's earnest endeavour,
Be true to each other, and hope for the rest.

- Eliza Cook

Submitted by Vincent Sharma

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