I place mine own fears in the hands of hope,
And my timid heart within the same breath
That gives me reason to securely cope,
That pain so discover’d doth rebuke death.
What wretched miscalculation t’was made,
Whilst standing inside the eye of the storm,
Risking the heart in its shadow a spade,
Falling into darkness a wave did form.
Oh better ‘tis the day that youth defied,
All odds lost in the famine of good cheer,
As glories past carelessly brushed aside,
Thine hand holding onto mine did appear.
And what shift did make in this youthful sphere,
Mine own heart in thy hands ‘tis void of fear.