On the altar of even and morn
My fairest love for thee I burn--
The incense of mine heart,
That the frankincense's flame
May consume you whole, dame.

Love not m'heart
at
a lower rate, stringing me along.

Took I the heavy sack of my sin
And dragged it into the sea
Of salvation--watched it drowning
To the bed of grace and mercy.

Better to remain single
than
be hooked with a devil.

A grave man needs a wife
With whom to share his life--
Wise, warm and straight spouse
To keep and tend his house,
Both making a merry home
Until the Lord's kingdom come.

Chestop, Hindbelow--
Womanhood--
Lovesville in Heart Borough,
Longpole-Center Mood--
Manland.

Seed buried beneath the soil,
Tend often in anticipated toil;
Yet how plants bud and blossom
Is above my cultivated wisdom.

Though life is a maze and mystery,
I've taken in my hand my destiny
Beholding it with faith's steady eye
Through weather foul and fair.