The monsters already raise their headsYet your beauteous memory will makeThe dreary monsters less monstrousAnd wake up the hope that tramples fear
When I shall face the tempests rageOr approach the road that killed many travelersWilt thou not then too think of meAnd softly pray that
When all my toils and perils are o’erYou will clasp your hands in mine once moreOr should thou hear no more of meOr hear that the road killed meWill not a pang thy hearty depressAnd a tear in thy sweet eyelids shineFor him whose latest thoughts your heart didst dwell.------Inez Anigbogu