I shall not live 'till I see God; and when I have seen Him, I shall never die.
How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.