Heart’s Anxieties, The

Our rarest prizes, beautiful & sweet,—
     Belovèd friends & kindred the most dear—
     In the mutations of this mortal sphere
Give anxious hearts & thoughts with care replete;
So the rich miser lives in dread to meet
     Loss & disaster that seem hovering near;
     The more our treasures are the more we fear
Thieving reverse will come on silent feet
And beggar us; But not the less we cling
     To the heart’s wealth, & trust the Infinite Love
That gave will guard it, & though perils bring
     The trustful love to the bowers above:
Whatever fate may mar our fortunes here
All that has served the soul, in heavens will re-appear!