 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
LOVE'S RECOMPENSE.
Her heart was light as human heart can be,
When blushingly she listened to the praise
Of him who talked of love in those sweet days
When first she kept a lover's company.
When blushingly she listened to the praise
Of him who talked of love in those sweet days
When first she kept a lover's company.
That was hope's spring-time; now its flowers are dead.
And she, grown tired of life before its close,
Weaves melancholy stories out of woes,
Across whose dismal threads her heart has bled.
And she, grown tired of life before its close,
Weaves melancholy stories out of woes,
Across whose dismal threads her heart has bled.
Yet even for such we need not quite despair
Since from our wrong God can bring forth his right;
And He, though all are precious in his sight,
Doth give the uncared-for his peculiar care.
Since from our wrong God can bring forth his right;
And He, though all are precious in his sight,
Doth give the uncared-for his peculiar care.
So, in the good life that shall follow this,
He, being love, may make her love to be
One golden thread, spun out eternally,
Through her white fingers, trembling with their bliss.
He, being love, may make her love to be
One golden thread, spun out eternally,
Through her white fingers, trembling with their bliss.
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