The starlit evening nods very sleepily above thee,
So trace the daring, farther,
Tho smoother path across the dale.

Now that you are here, My Lovely,
Just let the indistinct hilltop winds
Speak softly in thy ear,
Like a caring father who dares
To laugh when you are near.

And ye be carefree, hale, and in motion here,
In place beneath a bright cloud veil.
However if your travels become a travail,
Or desperate frustration does upon you sneak,
Let it be, (but never let it prevail.)

And when this frustration ebbs to a temperate sensation,
See that your thoughts-not your woes-
Have a sanctuary for all ideally worthy modes of restoration.

After all, surely you will receive an image or expression
To be stored as a reward for your unfurled and true Merit.

But since it does seem to me that need must be,
I ask this important question,
And hope that you will finally grin and bear it,

"If next to all of God's gifts inherent misery should
Still be considered your inheritance,
How will you bequeath to all, not the burden,
But rather the unfettered joy, pure in the fairest sense
And sometimes in abundant supply,
And therefore be the world's to inherit
-Thus how can you this deny?"