In His Humble Opinion
Between here, warmly roofed and the street
And its cold starved men
To Good Fortune, not my own judgement
Is it, Life, beholden.
Even for what is uptook thereof
In its daily breath.
For what God bespeaks has the power
O'er it as o'er death.
And its cold starved men
To Good Fortune, not my own judgement
Is it, Life, beholden.
Even for what is uptook thereof
In its daily breath.
For what God bespeaks has the power
O'er it as o'er death.
Tuesday, March 30, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: state,god
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