Hush now children please don't fret this brief in time that you have met. There is truth in his shepherds tongue and all the world and love are young. Be bolden now , go spritely forth enjoyest thee, these earthly worths. The hills, the valleys dales and fields the woods and steepy mountain yields. I, your father, must fast implore the bible songs do not ignore. My lamb, your lamb, tis all the same. And same is this: your human frame. Roses and posies and the gold and myrtle green tempered to hold naught for the hands but for the heart as soon you'll leave from where you start. I am your father, these things move though I will not , to prove my love. Ignore this waning childish passion spend this time in equals fashion. As time drives flocks from fields to fold and rivers rage and rocks grow cold knoweth thou this, and know it best: As my children, your love's incest.