Above, behind, à gauche, à droite,

Here do friends their vigil hold.

A warming sense of peace is brought

'Bout me as a cloak in cold.

I do behold before mine eyes

None who does a sight afford

Yet surely see I through their guise:

Mother, Father, brother, Lord.

My company does keep me light

Wherefore I am glad in dark;

Though I may them forget tonight,

Heart cannot but hit the mark.

And so I wonder why it is

Suddenly I find a hole

In front of me like an abyss,

Drawing out my very soul.

I never thought to find a guard:

Front-wise I have long felt sure,

But fate would deal me one more card;

Life would not soon grant a cure!