I hear the sound of Beauties Voice
Your pen,
Your Words
Of love and life

Amongst these stones I Lift my eyes
To claim the heart that never dies

Wrapped still in blankets beaten shame
Of Mercies Hopes, and Loves High Name

My Mothers heart returns to me
Untouched, it's Virtue  still does Be

Of ancient times in Home dost dwell
My Fathers land, safe Havens Bell

Alone I must to meet these ghost
Whose bread and wine reveal the Host

Peace