| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Trust | | By May Riley Smith (1842?–1927) |
| | | WITHIN the slender chalice of thy hand | |
| “Hold fast what I give thee,” and drop down, too, | |
| The fringes of those tender flowers of blue, | |
| Thy wondering eyes; nor question nor withstand | |
| What I may give. Perchance my love hath planned | 5 |
| Some sweet surprise, or test if thou be true. | |
| What if it be a sprig of bitterest rue; | |
| A strange swift summons to an unknown land; | |
| A hurting thorn; a cross?—rare gifts, I know, | |
| For love to bring; but wouldst thou trust me still? | 10 |
| Quick, dear, thine answer! “I should trust until | |
| The hidden meaning in thy gift should show.” | |
| Ah, sweet, when God sends just such gifts to thee, | |
| Canst thou not answer Him as thou dost me? | | | | |
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