For whereupon this cold strained barrier
Break man’s unjust bias that seeks its own?
That didst pay the River Styx carrier
With weary blood-stained thoughts chilled to the bone.
But now stands an hourglass losing sand,
And death’s reprieve buried deeply within
That worthy quarrel bears thee close at hand,
Much pain the likes of life’s first mortal sin.
Now find the ways of beauty that give life,
Wherefore, Love’s defense, tis of one accord,
All mine passion devote to end all strife,
Taking thy hand in mine as one adored,
For love tis a mightier stealthy sword,
And a still small voice of calm, ne’er ignored.