LOVE IS
Love is the filling from one’s own,
Another’s cup,
Love is the daily laying down
And taking up;
A choosing of the stony path
Through each new day,
That other feet may tread with ease
A smoother way.
Love is not blind, but looks abroad
Through other’s eyes; And asks not, “Must I give?” But
“May I sacrifice?”
Love hides its grief, that other hearts
And lips may sing;
And burdened walks, that other lives
May bouyant wing.
Hast thou a love like this?
Within thy soul?
‘Twill crown thy life with bliss
When thou dost reach the goal.
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