Bohemian legends and other poems/It Is God's Will

IT IS GOD’S WILL.

 

It is according to God’s will
That what we love the most must fade,
Or forsake.
There’s nothing that our hearts so fill
With sorrow as when loved things fade,
Or forsake,
Or forsake.

If a young lassie, full of grace,
Should chance to give you a rosebud,
Remember,
To-morrow will smile in your face,
But at eve is dead, the rosebud,
Remember,
Remember.

If God has then blessed you with love,
And you worship a lassie true,
From your heart,
There’ll come still a time when your love
Will forsake you, and not be true,
But forsake,
But forsake.