All my love for my sweet
I bared one day to her.
Carelessly she took it,
And like a conqueror
She bowed the neck of my soul
To fit it to her yoke,
And bridled the lips of Song
Fear within me awoke!
But Love cried: Swiftly, swiftly
Bear her along the road;
Beautiful is the goal
And Beauty is the goad.
Song
written byJohn Hall Wheelock
© John Hall Wheelock