Poor Stella hourly is perplexed
Betwixt this world here and the next,
Her friends imploring her to stay
And angels beck'ning her away.
Behold the balance in suspense!
She's unresolved for here or hence.
Ah, let our friendship turn the scale.
Let friendship over heav'n prevail,
Till you have lived what time is due,
And then we'll all expire with you.