With human passion dear, divine,
Thou dost the deathless soul supply;
Altar and hearth alike are thine,
Sweet bridal of the earth and sky!
The glory of Eternity
Rests like a crown upon thy brow;
Celestial light o’ershadows thee:—
Blest mother of my Lord art thou!
BETRAYED.
Deceived, deflowered, despoiled!