O Love! Thou Makest All Things Even

O Love! thou makest all things even
In earth or heaven;
Finding thy way through prison-bars
Up to the stars;
Or, true to the Almighty plan,
That out of dust created man,
Thou lookest in a grave,--to see
Thine immortality!

by Sarah Flower Adams

Comments (5)

Nice poem on love......I liked it.
Love is that constant that can find its way through prison-bars Up to the stars;
A good poem and likes.
Simple yet profound. She seems to take literally the verse in the Bible that says GOD IS LOVE. By the way, Rita Hawkins, you are talking to someone who has been dead since 1848!
Sarah, great job on all your pieces or work.