Guerdon

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:
The tear became
A wondrous diamond sparkling in the light-
A beauteous 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.