Praesagit Gaudia

Methinks my bliss is drawing nigh.
My heart for joy mounts up on high;
My spirit soars for pure delight
As the falcon in his flight
Or as the eagle glideth.
At home my love abideth.
May she yet by me be found,
As when I left her, safe and sound!
By her side, in sooth, is bliss.
Lord my God, vouchsafe me this,
To see her and relieve her
(If aught there be to grieve her)
From all that causeth her distress.
Grant that I ease her sorrows, and she ease mine no less!

So may we find our joyance.
. Then blessings on the length of night! 'Twill bring me small annoyance!