Cupid's Message

A CUPID as sweet as the blossoms has just brought a
     message to me;
Perhaps from the bright starlit heavens; perhaps from the
     fathomless sea;
But little it matters, I reckon, if the height or the depth
     sent along
The gift which my senses assembled, and congealed in the
     spirit of song.

It danced where the steps of probation were taken, and
     always at hand;
Where we slipped, with a mirror reflecting a. light on our
     tracks in the sand;
But Cupid, with charity's message, showed that progress had
     shortened the way,
And that night was as truly essential to life as the blessing of
     day.

It was hard to conceive why the pitfalls were placed in the
     way of the good;
Why factors we can not decipher, and so seldom, it seems,
     understood,
Are placed where our path seems the straightest; where
     flowers with greatest of care
Were nurtured, perhaps by a mother, when we were her idol
     and care.

So strange seems the lesson I study; the "rule" is so hard to
     obtain

That I asked that a Cupid might teach me; a Cupid not
     haughty or vain,

But one through the deepness of silence, remote from a
     physical view,
Yet distinct and pronounced as creation; the pearls that may
     beam as the dew.

I pondered; the Cupid informed me, referring to earth and
     the sea,
Of grandeur, in sweetest perfection, applying to all we may see;
Results were obtained through equations; examples were
     always at hand
And the Cupid has left its sweet footprints, the hope by the
     sea, in the sand.