I know that this was Life, -- the track Whereon with equal feet we fared; And then, as now, the day prepared The daily burden for the back. But this it was that made me move As light as carrier-birds in air; I loved the weight I had to bear Because it needed help of Love: Nor could I weary, heart or limb, When mighty love would cleave in twain The lading of a single pain, And part it, giving half to him. |