A Solved Problem.
We wove our hearts together with a string
Of flowers, and wondered that so slight a thing
Had power to bind, but when the flowers were dead,
The lovely hues on leaf and petal fled,
And we essayed to break a tie so vain
Alas! we found it had become a chain
Of cruel links, that did but wound and bruise
The hands that strove to break their iron thews.
Then wonderful! incredible! there came
A tiny fragile hand and lit a flame
Whose warmth transfused by some magician’s power
Each cruel link once more into a flower
And thankful hearts looked up to God, and smiled
That love came to them as a little child.
Agnes L. Storrie. Poems, J. W. Kettlewell, Sydney, 1909, page 253