I swear by the Maker of mankind,And by my solace, one of a kind;
For you are virtue's sum and whole,Adorned by feeling, heart and soul;
You clasp my thirsty spirit near,Your breath alone is pure and clear;
Your heart the noblest thing I findHere in this world of humankind;
And should some sorrow strike my door,I see in you the wounded's cure;
All men are strangers save for thee,Because thou art not cruel to me.