Poems (Rumell)/Content (I pined for Youth, I hated years)
CONTENT.
I pined for Youth, I hated years,I grieved for the buoyant step.Although youth gave not to meMotherhood, wisdom nor tears.
That cruciblle, whence we are refined,A moment, to us, from Eternity lent.I find life's richness now in years,And within my soul, I am content!
Content, if one great thought I produce!Christ began not, his mission, in his youth!The Vision I have, I believe God sent,Can I help the world see it, I shall be content!