Lover Sings

The God of love, made beauteous things, To give His Man delight— He made the sun—the bird's gay wings— The constellated night. He made the mountains of the earth, The ocean, beautiful; He gave all harmonies their birth, Man's troubled soul to lull. The charm of charms—the Joy of Joys, That crowned the perfect whole; Was, Woman's form, and Woman's voice, And Woman's tender soul.