LOVE springs as lightly from the human heart br As springs the lovely rose upon the brier, br Which turns the common hedge to floral fire, br As Love wings Time with rosy-feathered dart. br But marriage is the subtlest work of art br Of all the arts which lift the spirit higher; br The incarnation of the heart's desire-- br Which masters Time--set on Man's will apart. br br The Many try, but oh! how few are they br To whom that finest of the arts is given br Which shall teach Love, the rosy runaway, br To bide from bridal Morn to brooding Even. br Yet this--this only--is the narrow way br By which, while yet on earth, we enter heaven.