My sword of Pioneer

The necklace of love,
the water of peace,
shall there never be another,
him only the one to say,

the throne is his,
under the sun his sweat shed,
no words though, only a thought crossed,
when to Thee my soul be,

Pain no more feels, he,
cry no more for tears,
on his feet of weak,
stand still like a rock,

No ersatz camouflage, 
soul of formosity, 
sagacious of purity, 
envelope the whole agony.