What stagnant noise this dark unrest
that beats poor time within my breast
and drums such dirges in my thoughts
but misery and woe to court,
‘tid then the night sky I survey
and silent prayers I do relay…
“oh stars, far stars let me seize
your calm reflection for its ease,
which does reliant heavens place
a silent truth, eternal grace”
and quiet may I gain from there
which sets to rest the loud despair.