Forest buds, from the woods of Maine

Allen, Elizabeth Akers (1832-1911)

[section]

THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE.

THE FOREST.

THE SPRING BY THE CHERRY TREE.

FLORENCE'S BIRTH-DAY.

THE BENT OF THE TWIG.

“THE GOOD TIME COMING.”

ALLIE.

ONE NIGHT.

“TRUE LOVE CAN NE'ER FORGET.”

TO MY NAMESAKE.

TO A SINGER.

TO ONE OF LITTLE FAITH.

BOTH SIDES OF THE QUESTION.

[I. I've noted oft, and not without surprise]

[II. Music is in the ear of him who hears]

TRUE LOVE CAN FORGET.

Collapse All | Expand All expand section

126

TO ONE OF LITTLE FAITH.

Doubt me not, oh, timid heart,
Though our paths lie far apart,
And though long our parting be,
If you love me, trust in me!

My deep love, undimmed, can bear
Time and distance, grief and care,
But distrust its death would be,—
If you love me, trust in me!

Doubt me not, beloved! though far
Vast and wide beween us are
Miles of prairie, leagues of sea,
If you love me, trust in me!

Though long years may leave their trace,
Ere we meet, on heart and face,
Dare not doubt my constancy,—
If you love me, trust in me!

Tempt me not to think your heart
Has of love's high faith no part,—
This the proving test shall be,
If you love me, trust in me!

University of Virginia Library

TO ONE OF LITTLE FAITH.