in another room of black
in another face and form
in another poem, alack!

in another star my fate
in another state i'm lain
in another place of late
in another trial, pain.

yet there is nothing less than joy
there is nothing more than hope
another poem will i employ
to help another bard to cope.

nothing less than providence
nothing less than His design
nothing more and i'm convinced
nothing more... that He is mine.