God-Made.
By Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
Somewhere, somewhere in this heart
There lies a jewel from the sea,
Or from a rock, or from the sand,
Or dropped from heaven wondrously.
Oh, burn, my jewel, in my glance!
Oh, shimmer on my lips in prayer!
Light my love's eyes to read my soul,
Which, wrapt in ashes, yet is fair!
When dead I lie, forgotten, deep
Within the earth and sunken past,
Still shall my jewel light my dust, -
The worth God gives us, first and last!