Often I set my eyes distantly
When in evening the sun sinks low
The weight of the day pressing down
Considering whose vengeance is just,
Who in six days made all I see.
What trial awaits if I vex His patience?
If our days are so shortly numbered,
Meet the night with reel and song
For it would bring needless sorrow
To waste even one.
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
Often I set my eyes distantly
When in evening the sun sinks low
The weight of the day pressing down
Considering whose vengeance is just,
Who in six days made all I see.
What trial awaits if I vex His patience?
If our days are so shortly numbered,
Meet the night with reel and song
For it would bring needless sorrow
To waste even one.