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You well might fear—if Love's sole claim Were to be happy: but true Love Takes joy as solace, not as aim, And looks beyond, and looks above; And sometimes through the bitterest strife first learns to live her highest life.
Earth forges joy into a chain Till fettered Love forgets its strength, Its purpose, and its end ;—but Pain Restores its heritage at length, And bids Love rise again and be eternal, mighty, pure, and free.
If then your future life should need A strength my Love can only gain Through suffering, or my heart be freed Only by sorrow, from some stain— Then you shall give, and I will take, this Crown of fire for Love's dear sake.
Sept. 8th, 1860.
CHISWICK PRESS :—PRINTED MY WHITTINGHAM AND WILK1KS,