Upon The White Cheek Of The Cherub Year I Saw A Tear. Alas! I Murmured, That The Year Should Borrow So Soon A Sorrow. Just Then The Sunlight Fell With Sudden Flame: The Tear Became A Wond'Rous Diamond Sparkling In The Light - A Beauteous Sight. Upon My Soul There Fell Such Woeful Loss, I Said, "The Cross Is Grievous For A Life As Young As Mine." Just Then, Like Wine, God'S Sunlight Shone From His High Heavens Down; And Lo! A Crown Gleamed In The Place Of What I Thought A Burden - My Sorrow'S Guerdon.