A pen is but to finish
What life has begun
Words are a regiment
For wars to be won
A pen is but to write
And charge the face ofSun
O you Man, look around
Sense the swishing of each sound
The face of ground
Wind's talk to feathers
The thumping of glasses
The laughter of the lasses
The capsizing of heart in love's rivers
While madness to mind hisses
A pen is but to mercy me
When words in mind mill uneasily
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The capsizing of heart in love's rivers While madness to mind hisses A pen is but to mercy me When words in mind mill uneasily /// wow outstanding expression yeah in silent there are many words live where the pen only mercy me to express acutely