In Memory of Nicholas II of Russia

I was awakened by rain
(the outward, not the inward, cause).
It fell as never-ending pain,
As stream of human sorrow goes.

Sprung once from our tears and screams,
It goes, and goes, and ne'er stands still.
But c-o-u-r-a-g-e, l-o-v-e, and m-e-r-c-y will
Redeem us from this sorful stream.

(In Memory of His Majesty Nicholas II of Russia)