My Source of comfort, when by anguish tried;
And let thy joy within my breast abide,
Through agonizing days of tedious length:
What though incessant pain through weary hours
My flesh and bones in constant torture keep,
Though ceaseless throbbings bar my eyes from sleep,
’Tis love that on my head its blessing showers.
My sole employment now the whole day long,
The only talk my time to occupy,
Is still in meek submission here to lie;