He kneel and tremble at a thing of dust!
He cannot, child:” - the Child replied, “He must.”
They ceased: the matron left her with a frown;
So Jonas met her when the Youth came down:
“Behold,” said he, “thy future spouse attends;
Receive him, daughter, as the best of friends;
Observe, respect him - humble be each word,
That welcomes home thy husband and thy lord.”
Forewarn’d, thought Sybil, with a bitter smile,
I shall prepare my manner and my style.