The King’s Daughter
Many daughters are most lovely and fair
Endowed with things that are costly and rare;
Yet none is so favored and truly blest,
None knows true happiness and gets the best,
Like the King’s own daughter, richly attired,
For He clothes her in things highly desired—
With joy and peace, gentleness and love,
Gifts that come only from above;
All else is but poverty and dross,
And life is there a terrible loss;
But the King’s own daughter, with great delight,
Steps into the palace where He is the light.