Advise nay me, oh ye refugee
For pains have found a joy
And the sighs, a song so dulcet
And errors have designed my crown with diamonds.
Ye O! refugee, nay believe in reasons
For my ignorance has blessed me
With innocense and Love and Beloved
And my reasons have snatched my word.
Nay ye O! refugee in thy camp lives
A wish that as soft as puffs of heaven
For It lives deep into the bosom of Innocents
And on the crown of king without subjects.
Nay ye ask me O refugee, the pain of this heart
For my pains but dissolve in my vein's ocean
And my blood has lost the colour
And my face is snow white, calm and content