The Only One

With tired feet, o'er thorny ground,
My spirit made its quest;
On wearied wing it wandered round,
But could not find a nest;
Till at the feet of Love I found
At last my Only Rest!

I went the downward way of Doom,
With those that walk in Night:

I stumbled on from tomb to tomb
Of Joys that lured my sight;

Until Love touched me through the gloom
And smiled, — my Only Light!

O, sweet the touch of hearts, and sweet
The tie of Child and Wife,
And blessed is the Home where meet
True Souls that shut out strife;
And as I nestle at Love's feet,
I know my Only Life.