A SONG OF LOVE

Love reckons not by time — its May days of delight

Are swifter than the falling stars that pass beyond our sight.

Love reckons not by time — its moments of despair

Are years that march like prisoners, who drag the chains they wear.

Love counts not by the sun — it hath no night or day —

‘ Tis only light when love is near —‘ tis dark with love away.

Love hath no measurements of height, or depth, or space,

But yet within a little grave it oft hath found a place.

Love is its own best law — its wrongs seek no redress;

Love is forgiveness — and it only knoweth how to bless.