Freston
103
It was a careless, selfish thing,
That at the slightest touch took wing
And left but sneers behind.
It could be blind to tender deeds,
Blind to love's little daily needs,
Keen-eyed a fault to find.
That at the slightest touch took wing
And left but sneers behind.
It could be blind to tender deeds,
Blind to love's little daily needs,
Keen-eyed a fault to find.
I have been patient, borne much pain
Before I ask to rend in twain
The bonds myself have bound.
I love you not, you love not me,
Therefore I ask you, set me free,
And state upon what ground.
Before I ask to rend in twain
The bonds myself have bound.
I love you not, you love not me,
Therefore I ask you, set me free,
And state upon what ground.
We owe unto ourselves and God
A duty first,—the way He trod,
Is wide enough for all;—
To keep our souls and actions clean,
To choose no friends who can demean,
To keep vice beyond call.
A duty first,—the way He trod,
Is wide enough for all;—
To keep our souls and actions clean,
To choose no friends who can demean,
To keep vice beyond call.
The duty next is to that one,
Your heart has chosen and has won;
For her sake you must try
To walk uprightly, honor prize,
Shame not her choice in the world's eyes,
Nor lower her standard high.
Your heart has chosen and has won;
For her sake you must try
To walk uprightly, honor prize,
Shame not her choice in the world's eyes,
Nor lower her standard high.
