Thus can elusive peace be found in me
Of my sweet sorrow that to thee I part
Where I behold serene solemnity
Raise the strain that feeble farewell impart
Let thunder clap and paint the fracture’d sky
That honor fallen t’was feigned at winged speed
And wind-swept never-ending tears I cry
For love obscure hath tumbled from his steed
Tis time I rise up and of freedom taste
Urged on by winter’s thaw and wild fire stir
Therefore rebellion heal untidy haste
And make me from hollow heart onward spur
When swift plea shall of thine own mem’ry blur
I shall return and shield thee that is sure.