A Woman's Way.

		Come with me, love,
		  Across the world,
		Ere glory fades
		  And wings are furled,
	   And we will wander hand in hand,
	   Like a boy and girl in a playroom land.

		Stay with me, love,
		  In the city's murk,
		Where the sun but dares
		  Shyly to lurk,
	   And we will watch life hand in hand,
	   Like a boy and girl in a grown-up land.

		Go from me, love,
		  If thou 'lt not stay;
		Follow thy bent,
		  'Tis the better way.
	   And I will seem to hold thy hand,
	   Like a child in dreams of fairyland.

		I must leave thee, love?
		  'Tis I must go?
		Then as thou wilt,
		   For thou must know.
	   Let me but think I hold thy hand,
	   I'll roam content in any land.

		   R.T. Chandler