Good counsel

The enforced sleep to blind it all,

restless thoughts and what may befall.

Rescued from tensions to clear,

the truth so free that there is no more fear.

Tormented fortunes destiny in wilderness,

all tired receiving gladsomeness.

The pilgrimage as soul pioneer,

dreaming the larger life with heavenly cheer.

No longer let the vain world claim,

by the idleness of the chief mistress to refrain.

Holding that dream to escape that wise,

night shape liberty is the device.

To sleep it over labour for small gain,

may the weary nights spent in vain.

False and untrue knots of treason,

when loves compassion is not the reason.

Give the night the splendor as true proceeder,

listen to whispers of the taintless pleader.

Oh soul and bodies image guest,

fear not to touch that affection best.

Since heavens love in pure immortal high,

has mercy echoing through that new day rising sky.

That celestial love that we forget and ought,

counsel in lessons which needed to be taught.

Lovers scorn that love to possess,

when virtue claims ungratefulness.

Blessings for the nobler state to see,

gone is the fear by conditioned misery.