Thou maiden, charming most of all

Thou maiden, charming most of all,
O Thou, world’s greatest treasure,
In Thee I found my sweet delight,
Thou art my cherished pleasure.

Thou art as pure as morning drops
That come from heaven’s dewing
And graceful as the turtle dove
When she her song is cooing.

Thou art fair as the lily white
That in sweet odor guises
And noble as the morning star—
The day dawns as she rises.