• Pushing onward thy faith must flow
    For stalling back doth bring no glow
    Consider this thy fruit of love
    Thou art lovely like a dove
    Sorrow shadows thy happy heart
    Forgetting still, a gem, thou art
    I am, alas, but a foolish man
    Please forgive, if thou still can
    I sit and pray and weep for thee
    Only happy, do wish you to be