Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year
I saw a tear.
Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrow
So soon a sorrow.
Just then the sunlight fell with sudden flame:
A tear became
A wondrous diamond sparkling in the light
A beautiful sight.
Upon my soul there fell such woeful loss,
I said, The Cross
Is grievous for a life as young as mine.
Just then, like wine,
Gods sunlight shone from His high Heavens down;
And lo! a crown
Gleamed in the place of what I thought a burden
My sorrows guerdon.
