THOU fairest one of Judah's daughters, I would thy lover be; Oh, may thy heart be free from others, And treasured but for me. I fain would see thy brown eyes brighten, Which all their love disclose; To see thy cheeks, their colors brighten, Like tintings on the rose. Thou maiden rare, of ancient nation, Thy soul is dear to me; And does my heart, with each pulsation, Beat every stroke for thee. Then grant the boon, I ask thy favor, And give thy word to-day, Oh, let me come, thy truest lover, And bid me not away |