One's Thought
To follow one's thought in the swallow,
When sorrowful leaves hang low.
To scatter delight like the sparrow,
And banish all night and woe.
To enter the storms of winter,
And cower back clouds with song.
To flower like spring in her power,
When hours of rain seem so long.
To walk to a wood that is calling,
To edge through a hedge where it bids.
To push back leaves of old bushes,
And find there a shrine that was hid.
To see through the house of one's being,
With eyes that are calm as the moon.
And hear with no reason of fleeing,
The cheer-colored chime of it's tune.
To open the door of one's knowing,
And fear not the hero inside.
To flow as a free wind flowing,
And never a true thing hide,
To fashion a friendship with gladness.
To sire a love that inspires.
To raise over rivers of madness,
White wings of unfailing desires.
To stream up the height of one's dreaming,
To soar out of touch with all seeming.
To be all the joy that you are,
To give not a glance of self-pity.
To live a world challenger true,
Then stray not a day from this daring,
That flight is the light called you.
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When sorrowful leaves hang low.
To scatter delight like the sparrow,
And banish all night and woe.
To enter the storms of winter,
And cower back clouds with song.
To flower like spring in her power,
When hours of rain seem so long.
To walk to a wood that is calling,
To edge through a hedge where it bids.
To push back leaves of old bushes,
And find there a shrine that was hid.
To see through the house of one's being,
With eyes that are calm as the moon.
And hear with no reason of fleeing,
The cheer-colored chime of it's tune.
To open the door of one's knowing,
And fear not the hero inside.
To flow as a free wind flowing,
And never a true thing hide,
To fashion a friendship with gladness.
To sire a love that inspires.
To raise over rivers of madness,
White wings of unfailing desires.
To stream up the height of one's dreaming,
To soar out of touch with all seeming.
To be all the joy that you are,
To give not a glance of self-pity.
To live a world challenger true,
Then stray not a day from this daring,
That flight is the light called you.
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