Life, like some grandly
And glorious
Opened up vista
Of rare appeal;
...
Ah! For to breathe easy again.
Wholly expressive
And unencumbered, in one's
Own truth for to live.
...
Bough-swung, all I sight
For bird-flustered tree;
Dark, if not bedevilled yond
For what's felt, moody.
...
Does he serve, unawares
The all-knowing God
With hands and feet, round the hours
Up Day's hill that plod.
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Leave it to its ruling passion
World, reposeless; ever
Tossing each in its woe-filled strife
No good sense would abide
...
Before what, in attitude or mood
To this world, integral
Violent if vile compelled us step out
Of life in the natural
...
With angel, star, high
Affixed to it
German forest tree
Fairytale lit
...
What Tomorrow entrusts Today with
Hinted at, looking back
Happy and fulfilled
Is what as sacred in a treasures'
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