In The Closet Poem by John A. Hancock

The souls of many live within me
Collect'd thru the course of time
A vessle bellows of emotion steer
Distant memories hath design'd

Adonis plays to well his part
Though subtle isis is to upon the stage
Both of whom my heart empower
Since I saw first the light of day

Many a storm I hath weather'd
Driven by a secret life compounds
A tempest always in the horizon
Fear and shame manning oft the helm

Oh if I could only land
Laying anchor by familiar shores
And safely raise the flag of truth
Most I know colours would abhor