Reproach upon my bounty tis as morn,
Easy to rise up in disdain for light,
For hoisted high Sun’s rays are beauty born;
Yet blame can change day to obscure night.
Censure provokes nebulous thought in mind;
Whereto adverse fixation prison bear,
And self-destructive to the guilty bind,
For dark night’s friend such apathy declare.
That I have hoisted surrender’s banner
In the doldrums of such windless seas,
And olive branch yield in contrite manner;
For slowly kindness doth ill-will appease.
Such balm tis to the soul a peaceful breeze,
And giving heart doth hateful heart unfreeze.