Entreat me not to leave thee,
Or to return from following after thee.
For whither thou goest, I will go,
And where thou longest, I will lodge.
Thy people shall be my people,
And thy God, my God.
Where thou diest, I will die,
And there I shall be buried.
The Angel do so to me, and more also,
If aught but death part thee and me.
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