Song by John Hall Wheelock Lyrics

All my love for my sweet
I bared one day to her.
Carelessly she took it
And like a conqueror
She bowed the neck of my soul
To fit it to her yoke,
And bridled the lips of Song --
Fear within me awoke!
But Love cried, "Swiftly, swiftly
Bear her along the road;
Beautiful is the goal
And Beauty is the goad."