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By thought and pain mind and heart and wrought;
From sin refrain, for life’s so sweet unfraught.
By thought and pain mind and heart and wrought;
From sin refrain, for life’s so sweet unfraught.
AN ODE TO GOD In the end of days when the angels call And Eternal Justice, ‘lumined in grace And mercy, roars to reproach wickedness, I pray he disregards my countless falls And recalls my unrequited righteousness. As we pursue the winds of wisdom, we, Juvenile in form and thought, often falter Derailed by a…
Every man drowned in deep contemplation Perceives the world as part his own creation. Nothing can outrun the clock’s relentless tick, Nor life control what death shall next pick But wit applied can soon buy us an hour To say a prayer, or bequeath our power, And embrace the bright light without a fight. Rejoice,…