Margaret: be fair and good. Consider the sacred wood On which the perfect Jesus Died willingly to save us. Truly christ will save us all Beleive it: and hear his call. His spirit always teaches you What your dear soul has to do. He remembers as son of god That our flesh is nothing but mud. In him you find the merciful. His love indeed is beautiful. And is he not the Son of man To cherish all what is human? If we follow well his commands He will grant our dearest demands. The holy ghost mild as a dove Makes you hear the voice of his love. His voice resounds during your sleep. Deep. Awake! art thou not his daughter? Revive: don't wait any later. Obey the words of his scripture. He will strengthen your weak nature. What is volupty? What is gold? For our god, why did we grow cold? Let us change, before we perish And fall in the place of anguish. The body dies: but not the soul. Perhaps to night death on its roll Will in a sudden call our names To stand before God with our shames. Begin the work which is thine own. Amongst your friends you are alone If you miss god, by doing wrong. This life is short: the next is long. Margaret! will we be the prey Of bad spirits? no, let us pray... Be sweet to my words: and listen When I write you with a golden Pen.