Love shall embalm thy name in benisons,
And hearts shall be thy home!
Another scene —
Behold before thine eye a mightier field —
Th’ unmeasured, the illimitable Past!
Yonder, well-busied with her ceaseless toil,
Lo! Memory—The Gleaner. Not like her,
The gentle Moabitess, laboring for love,
But as another Nemesis in look and work.
One gleaned to succor life—affection led