A Contemplation of Harmony from the View of Contrivance
The ravages of time,
Have made me forlorn,
Yet it brings one back
To this February morn.
Let omniscience know that
Your thoughts are well kempt,
Let not perspicacity fold
Into cranes of contempt,
One hopes for the future,
That divided ends will meet.
One lives dreading the day
On which sanity retreats.
Fear ambition grows strong,
Pray mentality grows wise,
Best hope that your grace
Lead me not to demise.