Love me and wish me well "-Pauline
OI do love Thee! Thou hast done me good!
The chafing discords of my soul's unrest;
The lonely suffering of my youthful breast;
The budding Mind-flower, half understood,
And ignorance where to prune:-ah! when I would
Of noble song or pure endeavor, came
Ever a Less, whose memory is my shame!
But now I love Thee, Thou hast done me good!
The soul is quieted; the discords melt
To satisfying harmony; unfelt
The empty longing, Thou art grown my friend:
The flower blossoms and the fruit appears;
More lofty effort calls for purer tears;
To Thee my gratitude-who knows the end?