Then thine eye shall droop in sadness,

Shielding thus the fount within⁠—

Hope, now speaking in its gladness,

Then shall be to rear akin.

And a spell shall be around thee⁠—

Love thy spirit shall control⁠—

Yet rejoice when it hath bound thee⁠—

Love creates for thee a Soul.


BEN BLOWER’S STORY;