An ode.it reads:
We two often tender hearted
Finding often ourselves wounded
Our own efforts lost and foundered
Wrecked upon the rocks of strife.
I for my part, clumsy-footed
My prejudices deeply rooted
Stepping boldly, blindly sighted
Stabbing joys as with a knife.
You, I pray are patient-minded
My own prayers in you are answered
For forgiveness I may've offered
Your recompense is more than rife.
This and this alone we've hoped on
Do good for evil, our only errand
We stay calm and carry on
The way we know for man and wife.