Beloved! how beautiful! beautiful! she
More beautiful yet at the altar will be:
" Then take me, dear youth!
O take me, and see
My beauty shall brighten in love and in truth.

" O TAKE me — O take me — thy bride shall become
The guardian — the mother — the charm of thy home;
Will rise with the morn,
Give the cattle their corn,
And the spindle my hands shall for ever adorn. "