O, give not mine heart powerless appeal;
But, be that kindness where hope doth spring forth,
That beat by beat upon the wind do steal;
Set onward thine compass to sail due North.
Say thou lovest and with thine soul forbear;
Bend thy cunning shield for all hope abide,
For scars remain as foolish hearts impair;
Yet glory smiles that ages span the tide.
Let waters rage and deny wrathful hate,
As foe turns elsewhere in pained disrepair,
And oppression cease enemies of fate;
That grievance might reveal a lover fair.
For thy presence offers new birth for ware,
And triumphs sway the sorrow’d heart to care.