SMALL is the trust when love is green In sap of early years;A little thing steps in between And kisses turn to tears.
Awhile - and see how love be grown In loveliness and power!
Awhile, it loves the sweets alone, But next it loves the sour.
A little love is none at all That wanders or that fears;A hearty love dwells still at call To kisses or to tears.
Such then be mine, my love to give, And such be yours to take:-A faith to hold, a life to live, For lovingkindness' sake:
Should you be sad, should you be gay, Or should you prove unkind, A love to hold the growing way And keep the helping mind:-A love to turn the laugh on care When wrinkled care appears, And, with an equal will, to share Your losses and your tears.
