Love's Compensation

I do not grieve because the way is strait,Because it narrows to the heavenly gate,For Love illumines it with light so great,Outshining hate.

I cannot fear if storms of earth seem wild,Nor by their angry threats am I beguiled.Love whispers, "All is well," and God has smiledOn me, His child.

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