And now at last, the testing’s past,
And Duty sits beside me;
Quoth Duty, “Once, and for the nonce,
Thy Love was quite denied thee.
“That tempting elf was ‘Love of Self,’
And ’neath her smile lay lurking
An aspish sting—a deadly thing—
Dire, deathless evils working.
“Now Love once more stands thee before,
To fill thine eyes with glamour;