Let Thyself Be Free

Let the wind pass free
Through the captive mind,
Let the clouds thou hide behind
Be cast aside,

Let the sun cover thee,
And thy shadow but a trace,
Let the light of beauty replace
The cold mask upon thy face,

Let the flutter of green
Lie soft upon thy soul,
Though the droplet's touch be cold,
Let thy blooming heart enfold!

Let the laughing stream
Wash clean the lows of discontent,
Let thy worries softly trickle to an end,
And then, thou shall find in nature, a friend.

The End

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