• Break me grand-thousand
    And let me scatter;
    Refrain the full glass
    Bitter, anxious thoughts.
    Pour out the goblet,
    Much like the martyr's prayer
    Heard and remembered
    By a silent important few,
    And let refill the spirit
    Of the broken weary -
    What could never be expressed
    By word or swift retribution,
    But that only which mercies
    Of mercy attains.