MOST favored lady in the land, I well can bear your scorn or pride; For in all truest wealth, to-day, I stand an equal by your side! No better parentage have you, -- One is our Father, one our Friend; The same inheritance awaits Our claiming, at the journey's end. No broader flight your thought can take, -- Faith on no firmer basis rest; Nor can the dreams of fancy wake A sweeter tumult in your breast. Life may to you bring every good, Which from a Father's hand can fall; But if true lips have said to me, "I love you," I have known it all! |