Heaven's blue eye tender a tear-drop wept, Which thought with the turbulent waves to be swept; 'Twas caught by a rosy-hued shell of the sea: "Thou, from henceforth, my pearl shalt be." "The waves shall never thy fears renew, My love will carry thee safely through; My joy, my pain, my sweet unrest, O, heavenly dew-drop in my breast!" "Grant, Heaven, a heart of purity, To treasure this sweet gift from thee! O, thou my joy! O, thou my pain! My pearl, my pearl fore'er remain." |