For A Mended Glove

Fair Chloe looked upon the old torn glove, Then touched its ragged edges with her fingers, And lo! the rent was closed--as if for love Sweet healing follows where her touch but lingers.

If all the rents that follow Chloe’s eyes, And all the hearts despairingly defended, Were healed so soon--we’d straightway realize That love and life are good as new when mended.