To a Refugee

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