I thought when young that all the world was mine The breezes came to soothe and bless my face, The sun, the rain, the soil, the flowers only Thine To be shared with all, a symbol of Thy Grace. The passing years never changed my being I revelled in the freezing winter's play Felt not the entry of grief and sorrow's seeing When death appeared on that fateful day And many times thereafter in my life I felt the force of falsehood enter in, The agony of ego and the strife Of men whose hearts and souls are in love with sin, But now I see that all is mysterious play And truth and love and light shall have their day.
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