For You
To push the expectant door
And enter an empty house
To hail someone met before
Met stranger friend nor spouse
So it is at evening now
And coming home
When the farmer leaves his plough
And feelings roam
Then it was when he looked up
And lying leaves teased hunger too
The first taste of bitter cup
Barrren tree and fruit long due
What meaning to know for life
Or sacrifice
For church and blind errant wife
Let love suffice
Love is where we wont to go
The quiet friend, a fireside
A heart that with warmness glow
A friend who serves without pride
I came to give, to find you
Waiting to share
The blood drops my heart yields you
But vacant here.
Was it so at the tomb then
Did not she some reward gain
In an untransfigured friend
For love requite is not vain
And hope soars where there is faith
My love be mine
We too must rise and though late
Clasp joy divine.
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