She was a gift of nature,
Until the ills of nurture,
Got her rotten.
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What must a child do?
Flog my metric sins,
Or mete out to my forgetfulness.
But a million thanks,
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In the days of challenges,
Help me Your victories to see.
The storm cannot stop His track.
When darkness seems to hide His face,
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As ugly as they could get
Flying on their ill-wings about the air,
Perching on high and low trees,
Robbing my domain of her serenity.
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I am still,
The one who looks at the caterpillar
And see a finished butterfly.
I am a scientist,
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I seek no fame
No name beyond one I already have.
I seek no laurels
No honour beyond that I deserve;
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My thoughts are always noble,
But never so noble as when
I am thinking about you.
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If your smile catches upon my face
As the sun upon the rivers
Be assured it will glitter;
If I see your lips again
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whenever and wherever,
her appearance glows my spirit
love must be as gentle as herself
like her, giving light
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As I walked down the street
Right to the point where
The work of nature mingled
With the desire of man
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