Thou hast no wealth, nor any pride of power,
⁠Thy life is offered on affection's altar.
Small sacrifices claim thee, hour by hour,
⁠Yet on the tedious path thou dost not falter.

To the unknowing, well thy days might seem
⁠Circled by solitude and tireless duty,
Yet is thy soul made radiant by a dream
⁠Of delicate and rainbow-coloured beauty.

Never a flower trembles in the wind,
⁠Never a sunset lingers on the sea,
But something of its fragrance joins thy mind,
⁠Some sparkle of its light remains with thee.

Thus when thy spirit enters on its rest,
Thy lips shall say, "I too have known the best!"