But pause, little cloud, thou canst carry it now,
I am sure,
Sweet and pure,
Though the winds do allure;
For thou art on the way to the west where he is.
But dost know?—
Tell him low,
"That I do love him so,
Oh! I do love him so."
[A DIARY'S SECRET.]
January 1, 1867.
God's love was once enough
My heart to satisfy,
When in the days of childhood's faith
I knew not doubt or sigh.
But since I saw Roy's face,
And knew his love's sweet cheer,
And felt the anguish and despair
Which come from partings here,
So hungry have I grown
No love can satisfy,
And all my childhood's faith in God
Doth mock me as a lie.
But still in these dark hours
I hold one anchor fast:
Perhaps this is the woman's way
To reach God's love at last.