NOT occasion makes the thief; br br She's the greatest of the whole; br For Love's relics, to my grief, br br From my aching heart she stole. br br She hath given it to thee,-- br br All the joy my life had known, br So that, in my poverty, br br Life I seek from thee alone. br br Yet compassion greets me straight br br In the lustre of thine eye, br And I bless my newborn fate, br br As within thine arms I lie.