Thou art my lute, by thee I sing,-- br My being is attuned to thee. br Thou settest all my words a-wing, br And meltest me to melody. br br Thou art my life, by thee I live, br From thee proceed the joys I know; br Sweetheart, thy hand has power to give br The meed of love--the cup of woe. br br Thou art my love, by thee I lead br My soul the paths of light along, br From vale to vale, from mead to mead, br And home it in the hills of song.