Isaac and Rebekah

The child of promise, spared by God's command.
He grew and ripen'd, till his noon of life,
As days were then, deserved and claim'd a wife ;
But she must be no toy of faithless land ;
So the good steward o'er the thirsty sand
His prescient camels follows to the well,
Where the sweet daughter of old Bethuel
Supplies his need with white and courteous hand.
And oh ! what meeter than a maid so fair
To be the answer to that good man's prayer?
And then how sweetly did the Spirit move her,
Without a word of maidenly delay.
Or coy petition for a farewell day,
To quit her home, and seek an unseen lover !