This gift of mine is love divine,
And shall thy soul enamour.”
He waved his wand, gave his command,—
“True Love, come forth,” said Duty;
Before my eyes she did arise,
My love, of rarest beauty.
My youth’s ideal! Now mine and real;
O Love, how long I sought thee!
Cries Love, “I come; Thy heart’s my home!
’Twas Duty, love, that brought me.”