Heavenward

Oh! cast thy eyes

Heavenward,

Souls not upon the path,

Lost in depths

Of shadow woods,

Can't find what leads at last

To perfect bliss

But sacrifice thyselves

To dark forces named temptation.

Easy for thee to accept

That life is

Steeped in trepidation,

Not lead to by

The mighty guide:

Playwrite, puppet-master, yet kind;

Gives not a

Stone, but others,

Though not always in thy mind.

Curses! though He giveth

None,

On the road through life;

But Hark! the signs upon

Thee are around.

There's better truth amongst the strife.

The End

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