Virtue

Sombre moon in mid unrest
Sweet surrender sun in rise
To wipe the tears of tired eyes
Weep in virtue, sombre sleep

Sometime in the morning shed
I find myself in gentle tread
Stillness in the morning brings
The hand of fools, and heart of kings

Meek as I am, and truly be
I have come to beckon thee
My heart yearns in faith I knew
Beside the sea in endless blue

Hew the day, in morning rise
To wipe the tears from tired eyes
Mid unrest amidst surprise
Perhaps a chance in paradise

Morning mystic mound of thunder
Dwindle in this land I wonder
Serpent on the sea in rise
Splendid be thy sweet surprise