Our will divine ordains we do OUR best;
If we do this, the future must attest
That where we passed we made love’s tendrils twine
And hope’s soft beam from many an eye to shine.
Love may for some mean but a fond caress;
But tenderly to serve is to express
Devotion, love’s best gift, whence doth ascend
A fragrant incense which to earth can lend
A sweeter air, a rosier light, and make
Grand harmonies on mortal ear to break.