thine am i, my faithful fair
tune—“the quaker's wife.”
thine am i, my faithful fair,
thine, my lovely nancy;
ev'ry pulse along my veins,
ev'ry roving fancy.
to thy bosom lay my heart,
there to throb and languish;
tho' despair had wrung its core,
that would heal its anguish.
take away those rosy lips,
rich with balmy treasure;
turn away thine eyes of love,
lest i die with pleasure!
what is life when wanting love?
night without a morning:
love's the cloudless summer sun,
nature gay adorning.