AH, love, thy sweet, strange grace Thrills through my anxious heart, And makes me wholly thine. And yet, dear one, we seem so far apart When confidence is cast aside, And trust misplaced, I find. Could we but ever live and have between No single shadow's form, Life would be life, indeed, and heaven would lose its charm. So, love, live on! We are not perfect made; Not one but sometimes falls, And wrongs himself or other one. Then when from duty's path we go astray, Let's hasten backward, and start again Upon love's own true way. |