Love <br />Truth went forth on a search one day <br />I For the source of love that he might say <br />He had found its depth and its breadth for aye. <br /> <br />He met a miser, bent and old, <br />And his mission to him he promptly told; <br />'Love,' said the miser, 'is yellow gold.' <br /> <br />He sought a maiden, young and fair, <br />With orange blossoms in her hair, <br />Who whispered, 'My love is waiting there.' <br /> <br />To a struggling youth at last Truth came, <br />As he toiled and studied and spoke his name; <br />'Love,' said the youth, 'is a thing called fame.' <br /> <br />'Love!' mocked a man with features sour, <br />Before whom others were made to cower, <br />'Love! yes, love is worldly power.' <br /> <br />A pale, weak woman Truth chanced to see, <br />Rocking a baby on her knee; <br />'Only a mother knows love,' said she.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-2903/
