An Open Confession

My lover comes !- Heart, art thou ready to receive him? I íeel my pulses thrill Responslve to his will, Yet nilsts of dreary doubt (Jreep sadly in and out - I wonder;- -Do I dare to believe him? My bridgroom comes ! - Heart, art thou ready to receive him? HIb iove his miue, I know- And I do lOTe him so- And yet, with smiles and tears I miglit mingle hopes and fears- I Iove, and vow.yet do I quite believe him! My husband comes !- Heart, art tbou ready to receive him? I find the boom is miue Of perfect Iove, divine, aa-Tüat gives me smiles for tears, That casteth out all fears :- I know, I trust,- at least, I do believe him.