Life And Love

Weeds and flowers grow and die; Sunlight never is withholden. There were flowers long ago, Others coming by and by:-- Do they for the light’s sake grow, Or for their sake is it golden?

Hope and sorrow, joy and strife, Years and pleasures new and olden Leave us: Love alone has stayed. Grew then Love because of Life? Or was Love for Life’s sake made, But for it were unbeholden?