It seems, the tempest in my life's over;
The thunderstorm has finally quite ceased;
The country-side now wears a green cover;
My poetic toil has my heart almost pleased.
The weather has turned out to be pleasant;
The Rain does come but never with fury;
I've learnt in life to be more tolerant;
Let me for sometime, the hatchet bury.
But once again, my heart's fill’d with sadness!
Can I ever reform this wretch’d world?
Redeem the innocent from its madness
And in younger hearts, a new hope herald?
I must not give up God, ’tis too early,
With Thee for Friend, success will come surely.
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