Love, Pure And True
I believe if on my grave,
Hidden in woody depths or by the wave,
Your eyes should drop some warm tears of regret,
From every salty seed of your dear grief
Some fair, sweet blossom would leap into leaf
To prove death could not make my love forget.
I believe love, pure and true,
Is to the soul a sweet, immortal dew
That sparkles on life's petals in its hours of dusk.
The waiting angels see and recognize
The rich crown jewel, Love, of Paradise,
When life falls from us like a withered husk.
MARY ASHLEY TOWNSEND.