The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/The Love of Life
THE LOVE OF LIFE
"My son is dead!" the aged woman wailed,
"My son, who was the only help I had!
My good, good son is dead—my faithful lad
Who ne'er in duty to his mother failed!"
Eager to comfort her distress, I spoke
Words that have solaced many a soul bereaved
Since kingly David uttered them when, grieved,
First to its final loss his heart awoke.
"Though he, indeed, shall not to you return,
Yet, sorrowing mother, you shall go to him.
Lo, even now, your lamp of life burns dim,
And you may find him soon for whom you yearn!"
Sudden the tears ceased on that face of woe
As the poor creature turned my words to meet,
And sighed, to my amaze:—"Still, life is sweet!"
Then I perceived she had no wish to go.