A WOMAN'S LOVE
A woman's love is like a light,
Shining the brightest in the night.
The stars all day patrol the sky,
But only when the night is nigh
We comprehend their splendor. So
A woman's love we hardly know
Until some moment when we need
A hand to help, a light to lead;
Then woman's love is love indeed.
A woman's love when life is best
Is happy as the happiest,
Sings with the singer, with the gay
Joins in the gladdest roundelay
But, in the hour of grief, her voice,
When there is little to rejoice,
Takes on another timbre, when
The cymbals all are still again
Speaks with an angel's song to men.
A woman's love is good to own
In hours of joy. But he alone
Knows woman's love, how deep, how strong,
Who has had hurt and loss and wrong.
Perhaps he hardly knew he had
Her love when all her love was glad.
But he shall learn, who love may slight,
A woman's love is like a light,
Shining the brightest in the night.
-DOUGLAS
MALLOCH
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