Bonded to a man I know

But rarely understand

Knowing only I must go

Wherever God has planned


But doubtful ever of the choice

That made this man my own

Not of love, but e're of voice

That comes from pen alone


Dare aspire to that height

I fear I'll never reach

I know just how much it is right

From wisdom in his speech


Towards him alone is my desire

And there I'm not afraid

Yet I sink beneath the mire

If honour isn't paid


I want to serve, I want to be

His worthy wife and friend

And yet I look behind and see

Inconstancy in trend


Unworthy of him, Lord! I cry

And bend my knee with tears

He somehow, someway hears my sigh

And sooths tormented fears