The King's Daughter

I am beloved of the Prince of the garden of pleasure,
I am beloved;
I am his pearl, and his dove, and his heart's hidden treasure,
I am approved;
To-day he has given his love, oh! his love without measure,
Which can never be moved.

He has called me 'Beloved of my soul', and my heart beats, repeating
'Beloved of my soul',
And my blood dances swift through my veins in a musical beating;
The twin currents roll,
Pouring forth their wild love, then again to their centre retreating
Under righteous control.

O king of my life's hidden spring! O lord of my being!
Beloved of my heart;
Our lips breathed one prayer, and our souls, in a sudden, agreeing,
Knit, joining each part
Of the long-severed Word that the prophets beheld in their seeing —
Beloved thou art.

The long-severed name of the Lord we are loving and fearing;
Our Sabbaths of rest
Do welcome the Son; the Redeemed hail the Bride groom's appearing —
His Name ever blest;
The Word in our hearts spoken now, in soft accents endearing,
With joy is confest.

Yea! Imrah — the Word, the Redeemed, the Bride of the Morning,
The joy of the earth;
O Imrah, beloved, whom the world had outcast in its scorning,
Rejoice in thy birth;
Ten thousands shall bless thee and bring thee thy gems of adorning,
And comfort thy dearth.