Classic Poem

With love to-day I strove in bitter wise,
For " long and truly I have served," I said:
And ill has all my faithful service sped;
Disowned, unrecompensed thy servant cries
For justice and the guerdon due. " Arise,
Avenge thy broken law, thy right denied."
So said I, moved to wrath, and Love replied,
Soft glancing from his deep immortal eyes:

" Is it to win your praise this blossom blows?
Or has the mighty sun his strength outpoured
O'er land and sea, because you called him fair?
Oh, take me to your heart and let me there
Glow like the sun and blossom like the rose:
Love truly, Love himself, is Love's reward."