Man’s Hope
To the spirit of man in the night
who vigils of loneliness keeps,
between moments of deep innersight
of frail brothers for whom he weeps.
For sorrows that breed in the span
that truth and love do last
in the weary spirit of man,
until his desire has passed.
Then in the self new-born
a marvelous hope is bared
that dreams will not be outworn,
as long as visions are shared.
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