Helpmate
Mother mine,
Makes me like a child again
How well could grace possess a mortal
And make almost an angel like?
Fond friend,
Swells in me a spring of sweet smiles
How well could I deserve such delight?
Dainty Damsel,
Draws me to delightsome daylight dreams
How well would you ever leave off my thoughts?
Sweet sister,
Soothes my soul with sprightly sayings
How well could one love a man more?
Charming chum
Calms my spirit like cooling stream
How well would I ever cease a prayer for you?
Wonderful wife to be
Wrests my restlessness with your soft spirit
How well would I a grateful heart to God maintain?
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