Slow aching

I’d much prefer to die a martyr’s death,

than to live on earth slow aching for my Lover’s breath,

or be taken by the mobs at night,

than to sit here praying for my flight

to realms on High where He doth wait

for me in restless sleep to wake

I’d go to Him if I could leave

this earthly life,

‘tis what I need,

to stop

slow aching.

ldn