Unto thy heart
F. Allitsen
My soul unto thy heart is given,
In mystic folds do they entwine
So bound in one, that were they riven,
My soul would life resign!
Thou art the song and I the lyre.
Thou art the breeze and I the briar.
The altar I and thou the fire
Mine, the deep love, the beauty thine!
As fleets away
the rapid hour
While weeping,
Oh may my sorrowing lay.
Touch thee, sweet flow'r!