Poems (Blake)/My Lost Treasure

by Mary Elizabeth Blake

MY LOST TREASURE.

I lost a treasure when the winter skies
      Hung gray and low,
And life grew dim before my weeping eyes,
      I sorrowed so!
Then evermore through storm or cloud or shine,
      With head low bowed,
I sought the treasure which had once been mine
      Amid the crowd.

I could not lift mine eyes above the sod,
      Nor breathe a prayer,
Nor call with faith upon the name of God,
      In my despair;
And when sweet words of comfort or relief
      Would hold me fast,
I closer wrapped the mourning robes of grief,
      And hurried past;

Till one sweet day, across my tear-stained face
      A sunbeam stole,
A wingèd messenger of love and grace
      To greet my soul:
I looked, and all the gladsome earth was fair
      On hill and plain,
While summer incense on the balmy air
      Breathed hope again.

I looked the fields were garlanded in green,
      The woodlands rang
With flower-bells, and in the leafy screen
      The wild birds sang;
Then as mine eyes, now clearer grown and strong,
      Were slow uprisen,
Behold! the treasure I had lost so long
      Was found,in Heaven!