[Written for the Sentinel.]

LOVE ONLY

Grief came and touched me lightly on the shoulder—With gruesome pressure as the light burned low;With iron bands it bound as night grew bolder,But with the dawn it died: in Love's bright glow.

Love's morning rose, with hope and joy to find me,With all earth's beauties bloss'ming at my side!Morning and Love! Where grief essayed to bind meLove reigns supreme! 'Twas only grief that died.

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