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.