"Thy Beauteous Breeze"

And it is thy beauteous breeze
That withers away this old scar
My happiness shall soon unfreeze
I shall love thee, my divine star
And I shall never declare war
And I shall do my best to make
Myself a betaine exemplar
Of love, that won't ever aslake
Nor bring down, or unrightly take
I shall give, I shall never spite
Thee, my amor, shall stay awake
My...