When should’st night become the folly of day
For days beauty ne’r sorrows brave fool be
That morning’s tide hie kind blossoms may
Whilst siege lay waste upon humanity
Be anxious nay for fear becomes thee not
And nature’s peace tis true as verse doth speak
Such turns the time forgotten freedoms bought
Thy heart tis strength abandoned by the weak
Bounteous gift arise and greet the morn
Thine eyes, bright orbs, of light beyond compare
Let strife forget thy name hence thy heart reborn
If thee love me true I walk upon air
Jest not at wounds that mortal courage bare
At heaven’s gate, I pray thee find me there.
–EJA