Heart's Lament (If Only)


If I could, I’d give to thee

Of all God’s beauties, rich and rare

Paling treasures to fill the seas

And dwarf the mountain's thinning airs


But all I have, in poorly sorrow

Is mortal love of stricken thew

In longing always for the morrow

 More perfect time, in loving you.

The End

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