Despair Not Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Despair not; relent not, like the lofty reeds on a Bay Shore bending
In low sandy fields by the rough foaming sea,
Swaying and praying in harsh shrieking wind without a cease;
Without safty; no shelter or foreseen ending

Like those hard swaying reeds in storm and night tempest
Who all with the season are rising again
So would you, unbroken, unshaken come to rest
And rise from dire pain;

So would you, calm and soft
On the day long, on the night long,
You change your sorrow in aught
Into glee and into song.


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