Debate Magazine
Ah yes, my love, when I am
Yours, and you are my wife,
My spirit will be more fearless,
My arm will be stronger.
And yet, if on the page
Of my destiny it's written
That I must be among the victims,
Pierced by the foe's steel,
As I draw my last breath,
My thoughts will come to you,
And death will seem to me
Only preceding you to heaven.
And death will seem to me, etc.