Classic Poem

What fault could be so heinous,
What word give Love annoyance,
That wrath should over-reign us
And wrest away Love's joyance?

Though fortune over-shine us,
Though fate forego her promise,
What chance can unentwine us,
Or take Love's bounty from us?

We shall be wise, and careful
To turn from Folly's boothful;
Our love will make us prayerful,
And prayer will make us truthful.

For truth is Love's ambition,
And you and I have weighed it;
And prayer is Love's petition
And you and I have made it.