My Soul To Hold

Take my soul—

Once more;

Forget me not,

As grasses trodden on,

Which on the hill is found.

I am a weary way-worn traveler,

Onward bound to my native shore,

Desperate seas I roam alone,

Waves of clouds I chase away,

Island mist upon my face;

Let us meet — once more.

Grasp love’s newest breath,

Show you hold me true,

Warm and freely I give to you,

My soul to hold—

Once more.