Rejoicing in the past in possibilities
but seeking consolation in vain
inspiring this languid soul
The heavens seek refuge in oblivion from present woes
it catches faint echoes of the living
a gleam of perfection is thrilled of it\'s grand ideals even miserable in it inspiration
The vision is gone
this great great much suffering soul
is again enveloped in darkness
it is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil
if only the devil would die
I think that beautiful ideals are regarded far more appropriate in public
of course I do not refer to beautiful sentiments
but to higher truths
few people I know seem to stop
to wonder
at the beautiful bits of truth they have gathered
often I feel I must change
to return to the commonest topics
I take the keanest interests in everything that concerns those that surround me