Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year <br /> I saw a tear. <br />Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrow <br /> So soon a sorrow. <br />Just then the sunlight fell with sudden flame: <br /> A tear became <br />A wondrous diamond sparkling in the light – <br /> A beautiful sight. <br /> <br />Upon my soul there fell such woeful loss, <br /> I said, ‘The Cross <br />Is grievous for a life as young as mine.’ <br /> Just then, like wine, <br />God’s sunlight shone from His high Heavens down; <br /> And lo! a crown <br />Gleamed in the place of what I thought a burden – <br /> My sorrow’s guerdon.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/guerdon/
