When a mellow morn draws near
When the birds to me sing cheer
When the meadow’s pearls glow
And when the wind’s walk is slow
My heart soars away to heaven
Away to heaven my heart soars!
On the waves the sparkling beam
The meditation of the silent trees
And
the buzz of just waking bees
Lend wings to my earthling mindTo touch the divine home’s doors!
The day’s approaching angry-face
Blows and blasts of a
deathly race
Insane insults of the unkindest kind
Avoid them but they’d surely find
For that’s what this clay-life brings
Raise your head for mercy pours!
Xavier Bage
Mon, November 06, 2017
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