I asked my heart what would she do:

She told me what she had to say,

And though the end I wish I knew,

The truth my joy might drive away.

"Why torture me with grievesome words:

Allay your fears and cut the cords!

But do you know what you have done

Or where to go when course is run?

"You have now chosen for your fate

A task an angel'd not assail:

A life of love and tears and hate,

And could you live if you should fail?"

My heart, I tell you: fear not so.

Love would I give: I shan't let go.