Send her a valentine to say
You love her in the same old way.
Just drop the long familiar ways
And live again the old-time days
When love was new and youth was bright
And all was laughter and delight,
And treat her as you would if she
Were still the girl that used to be.

Pretend that all the years have passed
Without one cold and wintry blast;
That you are coming still to woo
Your sweetheart as you used to do;
Forget that you have walked along
The paths of life where right and wrong
And joy and grief in battle are,
And play the heart without a scar.

Be what you were when youth was fine
And send to her a valentine;
Forget the burdens and the woe
That have been given you to know
And to the wife, so fond and true,
The pledges of the past renew
'Twill cure her life of every ill
To find that you're her sweetheart still.

A cry comes over from Oregon
For a carload of maidens full grown,
All of them women of blood and
Come marry our men "to save them."

There are thousands here in these haunts of sin,
Spending their money in gaming and gin,
Corrupt without and corrupt within ---
Come marry these men "to save them."

They have each been somebody's pride and joy,
Somebody's petted and pampered boy,
Spoiled for lack of a maiden coy ---
Come marry our men "to save them."

You must be healthy, pure, and strong,
Alike to breast and bear the wrong,
Willing to carry a burden long ---
Come marry our men "to save them."

You must be leader, but always seem
To be gentle and helpless as love's young dream,
And leaned upon when you seem to lean ---
Come marry our men "to save them."

You must be cleanly, and kind, and sweet,
Making a path for their godless feet
Up to the grace of the mercy seat ---
Come marry our men "to save them."

Oh, woman, you are sold at a fearful price,
If you wed your virtue to whisky and dice,
And trust your soul to a den of vice ---
Don't marry a man "to save him."

A life that is pure needs a pure one in turn,
A being to honor, and not to spurn
An equal love, that shall constant burn ---
Don't marry a man "to save him."

A woman's life is a precious thing,
Her love a rose unwithering;
Would you bury it deep in early spring,
By marrying a man "to save him"?

You can pray for his soul from morn till eve,
You can wish the angels to bring reprieve
To his sin-bound heart, but you'll always grieve
If you marry a man "to save him."

God gives to woman a right to press
Her claim to a man's best manliness.
A woman gives all; shall a man give less ?
Don't marry a men "to save him."

How Do I Love Thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being an ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the Breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.