The Hearth is the Home and the Wife is the Womb
The hearth is the home and the wife is the womb Cultivating, caring, and consoling all in With prayers and protection and purifying love She enlivens and invigorates and enables her man Her children she chides to cherish their God And sweetens the songs that steal through the home With heels that harm the hate of the bad And kisses that cure the cares of the world The food that fills the flesh of her kin Is spiritual and splendid and savory with love She cries and she cooks and the cares of the world Are deafened and deadened at the doors of her home So shout and be glad for the Shulamite queen Her garden and graces are godly and good The tree that she tends will overtake the whole world For the candle she lights is the cradle of Christ