O Sun, My Lodestar
O Sun, my lodestar, I shall not profane Thee
You guide my way, to greet the outcast amiably
Yea, though mine is an era bereft of civility
You beam down upon me, mercifully
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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