A NEW acquaintance! With a vague surmise
I ponder if the days to come shall prove
As past and present; keen awakenings,
To look on sights that stab my staring eyes,
To see the treacheries of those I love,
Pain, hate, shame, wrong, and all life's darkest things.
I wonder if this rose beside my path,
When with a closer hand I clasp its bloom,
Shall thrill my soul with more of joy or wrath,
Leave memory more of thorn or of perfume.
Ah well, I take the clew; it may entice
My soul from passionate distrust and pain:
I follow where it leads with golden chain
To Friendship's realm; perchance, Love's paradise.
C. F. L.