Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year
  I saw a tear.
Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrow
  So soon a sorrow.
Just then the sunlight fell with sudden flame:
  The tear became
A wondrous diamond sparkling in the light -
  A beauteous sight.

Upon my soul there fell such woeful loss,
  I said, "The Cross
Is grievous for a life as young as mine."
  Just then, like wine,
God's sunlight shone from His high Heavens down;
  And lo! a crown
Gleamed in the place of what I thought a burden -
  My sorrow's guerdon.