My self-will lies slain.

But my love for thee has become as great a thing as the heart of a woman may know.

Thy faithfulness shames my poor doubts of thee.

The richness of thy giving, beggars my yearning to bestow.

Yet now at last thy wife can come to thee without a doubt, without a tremor, all hesitancy gone, all she is, and all she has, quite simply, thine.