Holiest thoughts will heavenward guide thee
To the hallowing cloister's door.
What word shall be, &c.

What shall they say,
Who wronged us, they
Who have slain our heart's desire,
Seeing true love
Doth flawless prove,
Thus tried as gold in fire?
When they see my heart is single,
Their remorseful tears shall mingle,
Each and other weeping sore.
What word shall be, &c.

And should they come
To will us home,
How vain were all endeavour!
"Nay, side by side,
"We here shall bide
"Till soul from soul shall sever.
"Though of love your hate bereaves us
"Yet the veil and cowl it leaves us,
"We shall wear till life be o'er."
What word shall be, &c.

And should they move
Our flesh to love
Once more the mockers, singing
Of fruits and flowers