Plenteous joy but scanty grieving.
In and out, and out and in,
Thus thy coming life I spin.
Bind the chain to golden heart,
Golden heart to thee be binding,
Meet together ne’er to part,
Love will come with little finding.
In and out and out and in,
Thus thy future life I spin.”
“There!” said Helena, having finished the chain; “now let me tie up the ends—give me the heart.”