Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all in a robe of darkest grain, flowing with majestic train.
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.
No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.
Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear.
What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.