My love, I trust, is of purer essence.

I would bless, not curse--brighten, not cloud the horizon of her life.
"And so I recede as she comes forth into the open day, and shall hide myself from her sight.

As she advances by self denials and holy charities towards celestial purity, may I advance also, fast enough at least not to lose sight of her in the far off distance.
"You will meet her often, from this time, dear, true, faithful friend! And I pray you to keep my memory green in her heart.

Not with such bold reference as shall disturb its tranquil life.

Oh, do not give her pain! But with gentle insinuations; so that the thought of me have no chance to die.