Tis thrice ye hast heard thunder
witnessed by lightning's hell
Brace thyself m' son against
life's dark stormy gales
'Til icy rains cease to dance
wipe thy eyes filled of mist
Hold-fast if thou be sunlight
love's bright hopeful wisp
Clear days cometh anon ye
shall shine once again
Tis nay end! 'pon this dire
stage art thee without sin?
Mend thy heart, go fishing
a beautiful catch awaits thee
Lady E
thy mother



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