But took its sorrow and its pain.
Yet I do know he labored not in vain,
Though his reward to win was long,—
For God above, in His great charity,
Did make His angels sing his song.
THE LOVER’S BENEDICTION
Joy to you, my pretty one!
Fluffles, ruffles, all aglow,
Heart a-beating two-four time,—
Joy be yours, and joy be mine