Thou Art Mine

Thou art now mine and I am thine.

And all the world is ours!
Though high above does brightly shine

The sun in midday hours:
Not e'en the sun on high.
Can anywhere espy
Such happy folks as you and I.
.My rose is but a little maid,

My knee holds her secure,
My rose is but a little maid,

Her soul is big and pure.
My sweetheart's soul is grand,
And wide its bounds expand
It is as big as fairyland.

Cometh my Julia to my mind,

I can see in the dark,
In her white soul, bright eyes I find

The light creating spark.
These two torches suffice
To see with my own eyes
The glories of the Paradise.

Remembrest thou, of course thou must,

Dear mother, when I played
Before our house, how I would thrust

Myself ahead, and made
The boys to do the thing
I wished about to bring?
I wanted to become the king!

Well, mother dear, I hear you yet

A-laughing at thy boy,
Who on his childish head had set

As crown, a broken toy.
But God Almighty, He
Had heard my childhood's plea,
Indeed a king he made of me!

] am a king since mine thou art

Sweet Julia! mine alone!
Not on my head, within my heart

The crown which now I own.
God bless thee Julia dear,
No king on earth my peer,
Since thy sweet love crowns my career!