Bohemian legends and other poems/It Is God's Will

IT IS GOD’S WILL.

 

It is according to God’s will
That what we love the most must fade,
⁠Or forsake.
There’s nothing that our hearts so fill
With sorrow as when loved things fade,
⁠Or forsake,
⁠Or forsake.

If a young lassie, full of grace,
Should chance to give you a rosebud,
⁠Remember,
To-morrow will smile in your face,
But at eve is dead, the rosebud,
⁠Remember,
⁠Remember.

If God has then blessed you with love,
And you worship a lassie true,
⁠From your heart,
There’ll come still a time when your love
Will forsake you, and not be true,
⁠But forsake,
⁠But forsake.