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.
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