I sought you for my very own:
You clung to me through storm and fear:
You loved me still, though poor and lone.
My love was centred all in self:
Thy love was centred all in me:
True wife, above all pride and pelf,
My life’s deep current flows for thee.
The finest fibres of my soul
Entwine with thine in love’s strong fold;
Our tin cup is a golden bowl;