Assured of the Goal, and Its Good
Along which grinding road of life
Slow, gradual as what each day's
Patient putting up with allows
What can and must be believed
Which goal towards, towards a good
Is its momentum perceived.
Above that sad and barren heart's
Moment to moment world-view;
As there above which swamp, desert
By your guardian spirit.
Who all at once, one gaze within
Winging grasps the truth of it.
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