True hearts, as phoenixes consumed in flame,

Set then to rise from ashes, full destroyed;

Where seeming razed, they can yet shine again

As if despair were but some vain decoy.

There once reborn they shimmer ever bright,

All rancor gone, as if a smoke cloud past;

Now only plume wisps left as they take flight

From out that crucible where love was cast.

Here now I pledge to cease infernal war

That has of late descended on our house

And by almighty God do I implore

Swift temperance to a fire no tears can douse;

So like two Sunbirds we may soar on high—

In fire-quenched hope that love may never die.