Classic Poem

“My bliss, my bale, hast thou been both;
but much the more my moan hath been;
since thou wast banish'd from ev'ry path,
I wist not where my Pearl was gone.
Now I it see, now less'neth my loss;
and when we parted, at one we were;
God forbid we be now wroth!
We meet so seldom by stock or stone.
Though thou canst speak full courteously,
I am but dust, and manners lack;
the mercy of Christ, and Mary, and John,
these are the ground of all my bliss.