| Alone with my thoughts,
How oft would I be, In solitude shut Where alone I am FREE. Curtained from earth, Whose rabble I hate, Fresh inspirations I anxiously wait. Shut from the clamor, The glare and the show, I walk in the shadows, The world cannot know. I journey along With the small and the great, Sharing their burdens, Their glory of state. I mingle again With the faces of yore, The friends I have known, And the past to explore. I lave in the waters Refreshing and cool, Refreshing my spirit In fountain and pool. I solemnly measure Life's span all too short; And gloriously find A perfect resort. A hiding away In the hope e'er to be, Lost, lost at last In Divinity. __James A. DeMoss |
Kansas Zephyrs
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)
Pages 42-43
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