Consolation Poem by Edward William Thomson

A TENDER miracle so blends
The separate life which is our fate
With gentle joys, that it transcends


The bridals of the fortunate.

With beams too delicate for name—
So sunny warm, so frosty pure,
I tell her that our business-flame
Of love unfailing, glows secure.

“We have the Best,” she says. We smile,
We sigh as if it were not so;
Yet deep in either heart the while
We know The Best is what we know.