In faith and hope, heralds of endeavor
Believe! And hold them in thy heart forever.
Should unfeeling walls dim thy bright array
Freest thoughts gather giving life to gray
Though thy world shattered, dearly held to thy breast,
Birds must fly to escape their tiny nest.
Crawling vipers through hateful dark eyes see
But taste not sweet fruits, fruits that grow in thee!
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