Hold Yet A While (To My Own Soul)

Hold yet a while, Strong Heart, Not part a lifelong yoke Though blighted looks the present, future gloom. And age it seems since you and I began our March up hill or down. Sailing smooth o'er Seas that are so rare- Thou nearer unto me, than oft-times I myself- Proclaiming mental moves before they were! Reflector true-Thy pulse so timed to mine, Thou perfect note of thoughts, however fine- Shall we now part, Recorder, say? In thee is friendship, faith, For thou didst warn when evil thoughts were brewing- And though, alas, thy warning thrown away, Went on the same as ever-good and true.