Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Of each my trial and pain

And when, of each my trial and pain,
I say, Rejoice,

Think me not a Fool; but rather school me
in your Choice,

That keeps your Burden so dear to you;
for I confess,

I have not found the weight I stress
so Noble,

That the Deformity it doth impress
hath not shone through;

Or is the roar of Self so grand,
you mistake

The Sea of Life for the Drop of Sorrow
in your hand?

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