The Silken Tassel/The Gift of Love

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The Gift of Love
I loved and loved and loved thee, Dear!
And loved thee heart and soul;
And at the altar of my Love
I placed my being whole.

Thou couldst not give me what I craved,
Thou couldst not give, alas!
And thought I that without thy love
An hour I could not pass.

But I am still alive, to see
That I can live and love;—
And love thee more, while still I stand
In giving far above.

For, while the sun is pouring love,
He pours but light, to shine:
’Tis sweeter thus to give than take,
For giving is divine!

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