Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face
I in my mind had waited for so long
Seeing the false and searching for the true
Then found you as a traveller finds a place
Of welcome suddenly amid the wrong
Valleys and rocks and twisting roads. But you,
What shall I call you? A fountain in a waste,
A well of water in a country dry,
Or anything that honest and good an eye
That makes the whole world bright. Your open heart,
Simple with giving, gives the primal deed,
The first god world, the blossom, the blowing seed,
The hearth, the steadfast land, the wandering sea
Not beautiful or rare in every part,
But like yourself, as they were meant to be.
This reading is suitable for a civil ceremony.
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