[Written for the Sentinel]

One Thought of Love

Who can tell what flows
From the heart of a rose
As into the air its fragrance goes;
As it sends through the gloom
Its sweet perfume;
Whom it cheers and blesses
With fragrant caresses;
What it gives
Where it goes,—
Who can tell
But the rose?

So one thought of love, how much it may do,
In passing a world of sorrow through,
To the heart bowed low with grief and pain,
Bringing peace and joy and health again;
And the lesson to trust through earth's dark day.
Him that ne'er changes though oft we may stray,—
One thought of love,
Like a white-winged dove,
Who can measure its flight
But the heart of Love?

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