Late is the night where slumber’s soul doth weep
And tears remain entombed ‘neath shallow grave
Thy boundless song doth know thine azure deep
Standing ‘fore thee, fear commands not the brave
Life force bare thy semblance that you were
Oh beauteous light thy luster gleaming
Dim tempest looming upon my breath doth stir
Stabbed night harken Cupid’s mind redeeming
Morrow stands thy countrymen awaken
Instrument of chance doth satisfy thee
Lend me thine ear, oh spirit forsaken
While liberty doth render constantly
Shaking the surface of love unfolding
Mine dreams in thy heart forever holding.