Kind thou art- Soothing mine aches; Speaking to me in angel-tongue- O' how I'm one, with thee mine mate.
Jane, mine Jane, I'll sayeth It again, O' how I'm in love, With thee mine best friend; For we shant end, I'm thine- Thine alone; as thou art mine, Mine sun that shines, for verily, O' verily, with thee I am home.
For if thou were never shown And not given to me by God; I'd be lost in a pool, of birth- Pain's of death and loss.
Though we've payed ourn Cost, of tribulation's-patience; Mine love, mine dove- O' with thee I'm in harmony, with thy heart as my economy, flowing in abundance.