How fair thy name

What loving treasure lives there hiding in thy name,
that by pronouncing gives that blessed body bliss?
And those that hear recited title of thy frame,
can not weep but sweetened tears for joy in this.
O such fortune has that poet got in store,
when its to thee that he can dedicate his rhyme!
While other poetry once known is read no more,
thy song shall be on for-tuned lips of future time!
And where thy holy song does sing its holy sound,
is seen the joy of being clearly in the eye.
Ti's there that natures fruit be best fruit to be found,
and falls the rain to fall in love out of the sky.
That this poem is too sweet could be my blame,
still there is still a bigger sweetness in thy name!