come - let us to our heart's content
chase this lark in innocence
to the heights flight swollen - let us vent -
as we reverberate with nature
pour in it's light and fill your core
breath in the air of sea and shore
and struggle leaden footed up yon moor
for we are but a creature
in pride we seek to deny
this simple truth here implied
the uniqueness of this - our life -
replete with sorrow joy and strife
so hold the sacred dear to you
for you are many - they are few
The Blue Book
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