Classic Poem

O, ONE I need to love me,
— And one to understand,
And one to soar above me,
— And one to clasp my hand,

And one to make me slumber,
— And one to bid me strive,
But seven's the sacred number
— That keeps the soul alive.

And first and last of seven,
— And all the world and more,
Is she I need in Heaven,
— And may not need before.