[The first line is from part V of Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley.]
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
Be thy friend; stand by through the grieving, though
It is full, and into the pain, though it
Is angry. Sweet though hurting. Be thou, Spir’t
Kind, be thy warr’ior; challenge the foe who
Whispers venom, who gives no rest from his
Truest lies. Sweet though muddied from falling.
Be thou, Spirit hope, be he who carries
When strength gives out, he who absorbs the weight.
Sweet though in ag’ny. Be thou, Spirit love.