I have fallen, down on my knees,
Struck by feelings that know me not :
– Feelings of doubt forecast to rot –
Now my anguish has found its ease.
Why, did my soul in torment ask,
Must we accept the aweful truth,
By which all men do sneak and sleuth,
Holding dearly what fits their task ?
I lie awake and dream of worlds,
Void of poor, lost wandering herds,
And every town would be open,
Welcoming in folks of steads far,
Carrying love and not a scar,
For peace follows hope for Eden.