The common lip says jealousy is vice
That neither man nor woman should indulge
The tendency to hoard a paradise
Or aptness to the inner frame divulge
But shall we think of nothing fit to hoard—
Of grace, of joy, of safe security?
So long we ne’er make jealousy our Lord
Its work in love evokes our Surety
Say, shall I let another man caress her
For sake of showing jealousy suppressed?
No! Jealousy is love’s great intercessor
A jealous man doth love his woman best
Indeed, if God is jealous of His bride
No jealousy shall I see fit to hide
