Reflection
O when I am safe in my mobile home,
I tread on the pride of visible gnome;
Over sapien’s head I walk aloft,
With tender feet treading so soft,
To habit in, and it more fairly dight,
With cheerful grace and amiable sight.
And when I am stretched beneath the pines,
When the evening moon so brightly shines,
I laugh at the love and pride of man,
At the sophist schools, and the learned clan;
For what are they all, in their high conceit,
When man on the mountain with God may meet?
Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2010
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