Foresight viewed near end of day
Hath given passing fear
and broken cries of destined fray
now make my mind unclear.
No! how can dreams of Satan’s knights
Bring forth what has been not
Yet slither through with poison sight
and leave my mind to rot?
What horrid image that whispers now
With scattered screams surrounding
Hath shaken frame as death knows how
My withered essence pounding.
How can this shadow, in dusk and dawn,
Perish from the skies?
Through bold array Thy Son has spawn
To save my weary eyes.