Into the path of
Life
I sung
And sing
Will sing
Of things as moon,
Night, stars, dusk,
Noon, sunset, dawn
And all the beauties of
The green around:
The rocks, the vales, the waters
That abound
Of these and such
Sing I
And in my conscience feel
That the call of Beauty
Have fulfilled.
And
If even in part that call
Someday sometime
I fulfill not
Then I will hide me in a cave away
Till I repair and myself redeem.
O song! O beauty!
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