The Knickerbocker/Volume 13/Number 5/Woman's Love
WOMAN'S LOVE.
A woman's love, deep in the heart, Is like the violet flower,That lifts its modest head apart, In some sequestered bower;And blest is he who finds that bloom, Who sips its gentle sweets;He heeds not life’s oppressive gloom, Nor all the care he meets.A woman's love is like the spring, Amid the wild alone;A burning wild, o'er which the wing Of cloud is seldom thrown;And blest is he who meets that fount, Beneath the sultry day;How gladly should his spirits mount, How pleasant be his way!A woman's love is like the rock, That every tempest braves,And stands secure amid the shock Of ocean's wildest waves;And blest is he to whom repose Within its shade is given;The world, with all its cares and woes, Seems less like earth than heaven.