Poems (Procter)/For the Future

by Adelaide Anne Procter

FOR THE FUTURE.

WONDER did you ever countThe value of one human fate;Or sum the infinite amountOf one heart's treasures, and the weightOf Life's one venture, and the whole concentrate purpose of a soul.

  And if you ever paused to think  That all this in your hands I laid  Without a fear:—did you not shrink  From such a burden? half afraid,Half wishing that you could divide the risk, or cast it all aside.

  While Love has daily perils, such  As none foresee and none control;  And hearts are strung so that one touch,  Careless or rough, may jar the whole,You well might feel afraid to reign with absolute power of joy and pain.

  You well might fear—if Love's sole claim  Were to be happy: but true Love  Takes joy as solace, not as aim,  And looks beyond, and looks aboveAnd sometimes through the bitterest strife first learns to live her highest life.

  Earth forges joy into a chain  Till fettered Love forgets its strength,  Its purpose, and its end;—but Pain  Restores its heritage at length,And bids Love rise again and be eternal, mighty, pure, and free.

  If then your future life should need  A strength my Love can only gain  Through suffering, or my heart be freed  Only by sorrow from some stain,Then you shall give, and I will take, this Crown of fire for Love's dear sake.

 Sept. 8th, 1860.