journey through these moons
counting nine in full
glory! !
hail Him the Mighty
observing you on the image-slip,
forming the scenes in sleep
you've persevered, my love
you endured enough
the rains down your cheeks
and your nights devoid of sleep
day met your eye, wet
along the path you dread to subtly thread
the clock's arms on errand, tends
to be strong on the second
slowly but safely arriving
with the laurel, like after a running.
labor in His favor, my dear
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