To__ ("I would not lord it o'er thy heart...")

I would not lord it o'er thy heart
      Alas! I cannot rule my own,
Nor would I rob one loyal thought,
      From him who there should reign alone;
We both have found a life-long love;
      Wherein our weary souls may rest,
Yet may we not, my gentle friend
      Be each to each the second best?

A love which shall be passion-free,
      Fondness as pure as it is sweet,
A bond where all the dearest ties
      Of brother, man and cousin meet, -
Such is the union I would frame,
      That thus we might be doubly blest,
With Love to rule our hearts supreme
      And Friendship to be second best.