Rose and Roof-Tree — Love's Defeat

LOVE'S DEFEAT.

A thousand times I would have hoped, A thousand times protested;

But still, as through the night I groped, My torch from me was wrested, and wrested.

How often with a succoring cup Unto the hurt I hasted!

The wounded died ere I came up;

My cup was still untasted,-- Untasted.

Of darkness, wounds, and harsh disdain Endured, I ne'er repented.

'T is not of these I would complain: With these I were contented,-- Contented.

Here lies the misery, to feel No work of love completed;

In prayerless passion still to kneel, And mourn, and cry: "Defeated Defeated!"

MAY AND MARRIAGE.