The Poetry Corner

Heart Of A Hundred Sorrows

By Theodosia Garrison

Oh, Heart of a Hundred Sorrows, Whose pity is great therefore, The gift that thy children bring thee Is ever a sorrow more. Sure of thy dear compassion, Concerned for our own relief, Ever and ever we seek thee, And each with his gift of grief. Oh, not to reprove my brothers, Yet I, who am less than less, Would bring thee my joy of being The rose of my happiness. The spirit that makes my singing The gladness without alloy, Oh, Heart of a Hundred Sorrows, I bring thee a little joy.