Benedicite (S.C.W.)

A fond wife, nested in a happy home
     Which Nature, Art, and Love make fair and bright, 
     Herself of its delights the chief delight, 
To whose weird bidding cunning spirits come 
     To do her will, — my heart beholds in her 
     Beauty's sweet priestess and interpreter; 
Yet not the less a woman warm and true, 
And faithful in all household works and ways: 
So to my verse I give her name and praise, 
And link that name with blessings ever new. 
What though between her paradise and me 
May stretch the spaces of a continent! 
Still, over all, by love inspired and sent, 
Shall spring to her my Benedicite.