Unto a time come
A heart men never seen,
Women never dreamt to come amidst,
Children never will want to hear.
Oh! what a black heart
I might live to tell of her Tale?
Of the visions I have,
Talents the Heaven dashed on Me!
Of little hope,
Big wonder upon my scanty mind!
Change! our burdening cloud
That only the Mighty breeze can wipe,
This heart,
Ever coiled with wires of hedge
We never wanted to wire our House with,
Great sight! great obstacle!
I fear for fear, no man can Solve
The heart of change,
Spurious heart beyond the tide
Of the red sea,
We live to hear and to see her
Ecstasies like the dropping of rain.
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