thine am i, my faithful fair
    tune—“the quaker's wife.”
    thine am i, my faithful fair,
    thine, my lovely nancy;
    ev'ry pulse along my veins,
    ev'ry roving fancy.
    to thy bosom lay my heart,
    there to throb and languish;
    tho' despair had wrung its core,
    that would heal its anguish.
    take away those rosy lips,
    rich with balmy treasure;
    turn away thine eyes of love,
    lest i die with pleasure!
    what is life when wanting love?
    night without a morning:
    love's the cloudless summer sun,
    nature gay adorning.