The Gentle Heart

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Title:     The Gentle Heart
Author: John Presland [More Titles by Presland]

What shall harm the gentle heart
In its purpose undefiled?
Even grief shall lose its smart
In some way becoming part
Of that nature, soothed and gentled,
As a sorrow to a child.

Through the blackness and the sin
Of the old world's wrongs and woes,
And through the greater dark within,
The gentle heart shall surely win,
As some bright angel, armed with mercy,
Swiftly on his errand goes.

All the body may have wrought,
All the energies of mind
That for its own purpose sought,
Make at length a little nought
Among the stars--the gentle heart
Death itself will leave behind.

[The end]
John Presland's poem: Gentle Heart

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