The Treasure (Poem by Gilbert Parker)

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The Treasure

By Gilbert Parker

And now when from the shore goes out the ship
Wherein is set the treasure that I hold
Closer than miser all his hidden gold,
Dearer than wine Zeus carried to his lip;

My aching heart cries from its pent-up pain, — 
“O Love, O Life, O more than life to me,
How can I live without the surety
Of thy sweet presence till we meet again!”
So like a wounded deer I came to thee,
The arrow of mischance piercing my side;
And through thy sorrow-healing ministry

I rose with strength, like giants in their pride.
But now — but now — how shall I stand alone,
Knowing the light, the hope of me is gone?

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