To My Man

To My Dear and Loving Husband

by Anne Bradstreet, 1678

If ever two were one, then surely we.

If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;

If ever wife was happy in a man,

Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold

Or all the riches that the East doth hold.

Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.

My love is such that rivers cannot quench,

Thy love is such I can no way repay,

The heaven reward thee manifold, I pray.

Then while we live, in love let's so persevere

That when we live no more, we may live ever.

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To God be the glory!