Oh heaven thy Mystery storms,
In thy rains be my lust bygone
And let sweet youth of my manly wrongs,
Be forgiven in thy supra kind morn
Wasn’t in thy gentle womb I born?
Then why leave me in the land lorn
O take me up to your gentle lap
mother of my Ageless form ,
And thus I would delight in surrendered hours
For rest of my life in in thy earthly showers
