Poem December 5, 1931 Issue

Love's Ways

EDITH A. WATTS

Hate meant it unto me for grief,
To darken what had been all joy;
Love straightway brought a sweet relief,
And busied me in its employ.

Pride meant it unto me for shame,
To break a spriit unafriad;
Love meant it for a golden flame
Which burned the dross—I was remade.

Fear meant it unto me for loss,
To crush all hope of happiness;
Love lifted me; it bore my cross,
And taught me Love can only bless.

Ah, Love divine! Thou Giver great,
Exchanging for earth's world of woe
Thy heaven, for those who will but wait,
Thou art my All! I love Thee so!

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