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.