Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I

God, The Best Maker Of All Marriages, Combine Your Hearts Into One.

I Am Sure, Though You Can Guess What Temperance Should Be, You Know Not What It Is.

I Do Know Of These That Therefore Only Are Reputed Wise For Saying Nothing.

O Comfort-killing Night, Image Of Hell, Dim Register And Notary Of Shame, Black Stage For Tragedies And Murders Fell, Vast Sin-concealing Chaos, Nurse Of Blame!

Praising What Is Lost Makes The Remembrance Dear