How Come I Never Meet Any Nice

It Is Necessity And Not Pleasure That Compels Us.

These Have Not The Hope To Die.

At The Midpoint On The Journey Of Life, I Found Myself In A Dark Forest, For The Clear Path Was Lost.

I Presumed To Fix My Look On The Eternal Light So Long That I Consumed My Sight Thereon.

As Flowerlets Drooped And Puckered In The Night Turn Up To The Returning Sun And Spread Their Petals Wide On His New Warmth And Light-just So My Wilted Spirits Rose Again And Such A Heat Of Zeal Surged Through My Veins That I Was Born Anew.