What makes me love my Mary?
Tis not mere outward grace
For I have gazed on girls as fair
Of figure and of face.
And while I did admire them much
My heart with love they failed to touch.

What makes me love my Mary?
What is her special charm?
Do dresses fine with gems combine
To take my heart by storm?
No: deep impressions on my heart
Are made by neither gems, nor art.

What makes me love my Mary
With fond fidelity?
I only know I love her so –
The same as she loves me
And I suspect ‘twas God’s design
That I’d be hers, and she’d be mine.