One has impressions of bathing in
The simple advice
To Love; caressingly warm
From out the Lord's gaze.
Even babe, now wombed; in whose profound
Afterglow yet a-daze.
Then comes the hour, chill-bared, to step out
Its sureness, entire.
And hardening against it
Invites whose onslaught
Enlarges itself, despairingly for
Stormy, brooding thought. *
* Cynicism. Pessimism. Nilihism
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