Courage Is The Sweetest Lullaby
Fear not your lions,
And constrain yourself
upon the unsightly sounds
of this date of sorrow.
Do but construct,
And constrain,
For the winter’s winds are but lost
by the summer sun.
The nymphs of the seasons
do hold their treasons so,
Be not the character of
perpetual woe.
Rains do pitch upon this sight,
Wish yourself well,
Wish yourself sweet goodnight.
James J Jackson 