How sweet this crystal clear vision!
This that escorted me to lands,
Far off ones, away from all regrets—
Away from the corruption that to-day —
Has consumed the waking earth,
And the many souls withering within
…
I strolled with my feet kissed these free lands
Lands were no promises to be broken, or—
Trust is to be wittingly betrayed, and I felt
my heart in stillness cries for this—this was
where all fears and illness could be defeated
…
How in allurement that sounds have
to my lowly mind seduced!
When I heard the...