Hatred hath found a friend in thy fear;
For such distaste can sour intention brave
Faded dream thou art false companion dear
For lost be all hope and n’er goodness save
If tears had lips, n’er kind words hath giv’n thee
Mine brother with skin as night hath no reprieve
That grave loss would bear him hence this I see
Where hope doth raise thee up thine soul retrieve
Harken thou harmony a love most rare
And raise the glad strain of unity bright
Compare thee not to others in thy care
For n’er hath such true beauty lived tis right
Be clear that peace rides upon Sun’s rays bright
And in thine golden skies grows friendship’s might.