Hugh Cuthbert - I. Before lyrics

All the world was Eden once, you know, And Paradise was ours everywhere; No jealous hedge joy's limits to declare, No sullen wall our Garden-bounds to show; No thorns did then beneath the roses grow, And winter's blast was as a dream-love's kiss-- A lightsome rapture; every task a bliss Sweet-laden as the air where lilies blow. For I was all of Eden to you then, And you were all of Paradise to me, And each in other all the world were we, Till, drenched in golden love-light, we again Love-lavish, flung its spell o'er everything, And Nature's self lay 'witched within the ring.