The Inheritance

Am I not enough, Mine own? enough,

Mine own, for thee?

Hath the world its palace towers,

Garden glades of magic flowers,

Where thou fain wouldst be?

Fair things and false are there,

False things but fair.

All shalt thou find at last,

Only in Me.

Am I not enough, Mine own? I, for ever

and alone, I, needing thee?