O, love of the mighty power
By hatred, perpetually,
Thou art defeated,
Then thou cower
Naturally,
In thy cocooned safety,
humbly satiated,
Thou never strive
To divulge schemes to survive,
Or there none of them to try
Conversant with God's will
Thy secrets linger tacit and still
Yielding with wordless skill
Ready to die;
Evil which may satisfy,
Thou resurrect a comely butterfly