LOVE’S ALCHEMY

LOVE is the filling from one's own

Another’s cup.

Love is a daily laying down

And taking up;

A choosing of the stony path

Through each new day

That other feet may tread with ease

A smoother way.

Love is not blind, but looks abroad

Through other eyes;

And asks not “Must I give?”

but “May I sacrifice?”

Love hides its grief, that other hearts

 And lips may sing;

And burdened, walks, that other lives

 May, buoyant, wing.

Brother, hast thou a love like this

Within thy soul?

‘Twill change thy name to saint when thou

Dost reach thy goal.

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