Saved by a Woman’s Love!
A sorry and abject wretch was I,
Before I drank from the fount of love,
Lonely pleas to an empty sky
Brought pure blessing from above,
Came the love of a woman,
Most unselfish and sublime,
It was then that life began,
Contentment at last mine
And in her warm embrace I do lay,
Her bounteous love my sweet succour,
Forever to greet the day,
With this woman I do so adore,
Her soft words a stirring melody,
Her eyes a celebration,
Life no longer a sad threnody,
My Love, My Salvation!
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