It seems that heaven has a law
And I am ignorant
What are these special efforts
That make men eloquent?

I voice myself in form of word
Which I commit to paper
I'm nothing if not noble but
Too much I burn the taper.

I try to accept everything
Which happens by the law
I'll know my exit when it comes
I'll show myself the door.

This law that governs masses
When they would have every key
To total freedom , I'm relieved
When home one day I'll be.

My home is here yet too sincere
Am I to much relate
I've nothing gainst those seeming fools
I'm early they are late.


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