I Give Thee Love (Sonnet)

I give thee love
Free as the sun kisses thy face each day
Faithful as the show’r of dew to the palms of May.
Devout thence threads of pray’r to heaven
To hark the martyr’s fight for freedom.
Whence truth march onward war unafraid
Hence Saint Charity burst mighty aid.
Sweet as a virgin’s psalms of grace
Even to dawn’s hope that never fades.
Till after the stride of thy vessel reach olde age
And the leaves of bound consume its wage
Soar whither the bliss our dear Maker gave,
From mine haven’s purest safe
With faith, I give thee true love that never cease to praise!