Ah, how do I to build me up my song for thee?
Yea, and tell unto thee of Him.
I’d shew unto thee His loving,
I’d shew unto thee His very face.
Do then to list to this my song.
Early hours, strip o’ thy pure,
For ’tis the heart of Him.
Earth, breathe deep thy busom,
Yea, and rock the sea,
For ’tis the breath of Him.