Читать книгу Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. XVI., December, 1880. - Various - Страница 2

I lost my treasures one by one,

Those joys the world holds dear;

Smiling I said, "To-morrow's sun

Will bring us better cheer."

For faith and love were one. Glad faith!

All loss is naught save loss of faith.

My truant joys come trooping back,

And trooping friends no less;

But tears fall fast to meet the lack

Of dearer happiness.

For faith and love are two.Sad faith!

'Tis loss indeed, the loss of faith.