by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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,
God's sunlight shone from His high Heavens down;
And lo! a crown
Gleamed in the place of what I thought a burden -
My sorrow's guerdon.
Last updated January 14, 2019