As He Thinketh

That which I most desire here lies there reposed and poised to celebrate, aged now three and forty years, yet strong with youthful vigor, ever beautiful and great.
Should that Light come once more to me, pounce up! and shout from it's repose.
Yea! This and that with certainty!
No longer; after, wear I these clothes, nor crying nightly 'pon this foul bed, nor striving vainly with these cruel men, no more thereafter shall love be far, neither then I pained and scorned,
But joy and healing on the wings of song and sweet prosperity,
For I shall be all I dare dream when fresh anew I return to be,
A better man!

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