Poems (Trask)/Unsought

by Clara Augusta Jones Trask

UNSOUGHT.

I give thee all I have to give
 From out my soul's unsounded deep;
I could not give thee more and live,
 My life is all I keep.

No hopes, no doubts, no fears abide,
 To warm or chill my young life's blood,—
The golden gates I throw them wide
 And lavish forth the flood.

My nightly prayers are all for thee;
 My thoughts and longings all are thine;
The blessings that were meant for me,
 Lord, make them thine, not mine.

Flowers yield their fragrance, wood-birds sing,
 Streams feed the hungry, grasping sea,
Day and the sun their pure light bring;
 So bring I love to thee.

The summer rain falls down to bless
 The thirsty world it murmurs o'er;
And so in wordless happiness
 I give, and ask no more.

I note full well thy heedless air,
 From thy cold eyes I turn away;
I know I have no portion there;
 But I can wait, and pray.

Perhaps,—I make no idling sure,—
 Perhaps in years long hence,
That other world, so bright and pure,
 May make me recompense.