What hurt it pains when love is slain
And friendship falls toward fire!
How came to be this tragedy
Of hearts bound fogged and mired?
Intended not this plot became
And wills transgressed it went;
Now conflict brews and tears ensue
While mind yearns, hopes against.
Can healing come with love re-won
‘Tween sister, brother truant?
Or is the time, like ill-spilt wine,
Forever lost and ruined?
Come Spirit Thou on dove-perched bough
With peace and comfort filling;
And mend the heart once torn apart,
I pray, yea, I am willing.