A SONG

All that a man may pray,

Have I not prayed to thee?

What were praise left to say,

Has not been said by me

O, ma mie?

Yet thine eyes and thine heart,

Always were dumb to me:

Only to be my part,

Sorrow has come from thee,

O, ma mie?

Where shall I seek and hide

My grief away with me?

Lest my bitter tears should chide,

Bring brief dismay to thee,

O, ma mie?

More than a man may pray,

Have I not prayed to thee?

What were praise left to say,

Has not been said by me,

O, ma mie?