Love and harmony combine

Love and harmony combine

And around our souls intwine

While thy branches mix with mine,

And our roots together join.

Joys upon our branches sit,

Chirping loud, and singing sweet;

Like gentle streams beneath our feet

Innocence and virtue meet.

Thou the golden fruit dost bear,

I am clad in flowers fair;

Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,

And the turtle buildeth there

There she sits and feeds her young,

Sweet I hear her mournful song;

And thy lovely leaves among

There is love: I hear his tongue