GIVE US LOVE AND GIVE US PEACE
One morning, oh! so early, my beloved, my beloved,
All the birds were singing blithely, as if never they
would cease;
’Twas a thrush sang in my garden, “Hear
the story, hear the story!”
And
the lark sang, “Give us glory!”
And
the dove said, “Give us peace!”
Then I listened, oh! so early, my beloved, my beloved,
To that murmur from the woodland of the dove, my dear,
the dove;
When the nightingale came after, “Give us fame
to sweeten duty!”
When
the wren sang, “Give us beauty!”
She
made answer, “Give us love!”
Sweet is spring, and sweet the morning, my beloved,
my beloved;
Now for us doth spring, doth morning, wait upon the
year’s increase,
And my prayer goes up, “Oh, give us, crowned
in youth with marriage glory,
Give
for all our life’s dear story,
Give
us love, and give us peace!”