BETROTHAL. 



RONDEAU 



O HEART beloved, I dedicate 

 The powers and aim of man s estate, 

 The dearest hopes of life to thee! 

 Thy happiness my care shall be; 

 On every wish my love shall wait. 



I sought thee not for wealth or state; 

 Though countless graces on thee wait, 

 Twas thy sweet, loving self made thee, 

 O heart, beloved. 



If frowning fortune be our fate, 

 More tender and affectionate 



My sympathizing love shall be; 



No ills that Heaven may decree 

 Our knitted souls can separate, 

 O heart beloved ! 



