This humble page use
To write such free prose
Delight in my muse
Sweet scent of the rose
Behold thy true form
This world does deem pure
Such beauty reborn
In soul evermore
Thy likeness unique
The angels now sing
How humble and meek
The light it does bring
To look on thy face
Brings tears to mine eye
Must dwell in thy grace
Did walk, now do fly
I breathe thine own breath
My lungs overflow
Even unto death
My heart shall not slow
Its strength shall increase
For my muse yet lives!
This quill shall not cease
As thy grace so gives
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
This humble page use
To write such free prose
Delight in my muse
Sweet scent of the rose
Behold thy true form
This world does deem pure
Such beauty reborn
In soul evermore
Thy likeness unique
The angels now sing
How humble and meek
The light it does bring
To look on thy face
Brings tears to mine eye
Must dwell in thy grace
Did walk, now do fly
I breathe thine own breath
My lungs overflow
Even unto death
My heart shall not slow
Its strength shall increase
For my muse yet lives!
This quill shall not cease
As thy grace so gives
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