Oct. 8, 2011
Autumn now, a single crocus blooms And calls my soul to worship and adore Each passing year I see it rise between The paving stones and I have seen before How souls in anguish struggle towards the light When all the darkness of the world surrounds And only seems inevitable the night, The darkness that in human hearts abounds. Yet spring in all its glory will arrive, And hope shall bloom again and men shall strive To find the light and reckon not the cost Return to beauty all that once deemed lost.
Poems Undated (1727)
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