"The cup of blessing"

Dear heart , you have a cup to drink."A cup," you say,"Rimmed round with beads of agony,Its metal base, its potion bitter?"' Nay.

If you will lift the cup to that warm glowOf Life and Love the Master knew,Then, lo.The tears therein will change to wine—Love's inspiration.

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