Oh, let us each promise –

                 a promise to keep –

Love’s harvest of bliss

                  be ours to reap;

That such an attainment –

                   your true love and mine –

Shall stand up unbent

                     and eternally shine;

That no trouble adverse,

                       nor sorrow that be,

Come near us to curse

                         our love that is free!

Our years when maturing

                          stay seasoned with love

With freedom enduring,

                            as from heaven above;

That doubt be behind us,

                             nor shadows be haunting,

And true love that bind us

                              never be wanting

In radiance like flowers

                               that gorgeously bloom,

Letting Love’s hours

                                 be empty of gloom.

Oh, let us each promise

                                   we reap and we treasure

Love’s heavenly bliss,

                                     indeed, in good measure!