Lost Counsel Poem by Margaret Widdemer
Lost Counsel
IF you were but near me,
O kindest and best,
I could tell you my trouble,
And I could have rest;
You would smile and be silent,
And then you would say
Some word that would still me
And brighten the day–
Wisest and kindest,
If you were but near
I could speak of my lover,
My doubt and my fear,
You would show me my pathway–
But what shall I do,
Wisest and kindest?
My lover is you!
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