O my beloved, my bliss, my hope, my fond desire,
Thou art my solace when rare loyalty doth tire;
In thee I live and all the living world forget;
From thee my heart finds comfort and tenderness beset;
Through thee contentment blooms, and tenderness takes wing;
My world hath dawned—O fairest sunrise thou dost bring;
After a night that nearly bade me lose my way;
Time painted for me, after faithlessness's grey;
And in a comrade's shade the heart found peace at last;
Our love endures—its trace shall hold forever fast;
Our memory shall not fade nor perish from the soul;
O my beloved, take my heart—make thine its whole;
And let me join my striving to thy striving's call.
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