The Treasure by Gilbert Parker — Read

And now when from the shore goes out the ship / Wherein is set the treasure that I hold / Closer than miser all his hidden gold, / Dearer than wine Zeus carried to his lip;

My aching heart cries from its pent-up pain, -- / "O Love, O Life, O more than life to me, / How can I live without the surety / Of thy sweet presence till we meet again!"

So like a wounded deer I came to thee, / The arrow of mischance piercing my side; / And through thy sorrow-healing ministry

I rose with strength, like giants in their pride.

But now -- but now -- how shall I stand alone, / Knowing the light, the hope of me is gone?