On slopes, in crest

Is her dowry found, friend of mud and clay


Attain approval

Pertain to promise

Submit to doable demise


Alight my heart!

Be true to self

Keep sword and shield in hand


Put death to fear!

Give life to love

As love be something fair.

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How soon? How soon?

The time draws near

When glisten creeps into eye

Take heart stand firm

And cherish true

The love of one so fair