OH, frame some little word for me
None else shall ever hear or see;
Something my soul can call her own
When suddenly she feels alone;
Something that she can take away
When God shall draw the veil of clay;
Something that thou wilt find her by
Amidst the millions of the sky, —
That which no other soul can fit
Save hers for whom thou markest it.
Charlotte Fiske Bates.