Birth Of Love, The
God made the world and found it ‘good’.
An Angel Him beside
Wept softly, and, to question, said
‘For what Thou hast denied.’
‘And that? ’ God asked him tenderly,
‘What is the lack thereof? ’
‘Its Soul’- the Angle made reply
And God created Love.
A Birthday Rhyme
So glide the days, dear! Dawn will not delay,
Noontide will come, nor linger in its flight;
And even-time in turn must pass away
Into the darkness of a dreamless night.
Hold fast, Beloved, thy season of delight:
Make merry while the morning gilds the sky,
And dews undried upon the roses lie;
Thy golden morn of May-time, brief as bright.
For labor waits; and cares thou canst not miss;
Grief for thy gladness, and for laughter, tears.
Ah, love! if only love might spare thee this-
Might hold a little farther off the years! -
A little longer bind thy winged feet,
O youth, -most swift in passing, and most sweet!
