The Pitfall
Like a remote yet lucid picture in a dream,
The strange scene of some sequence set
Runs in patches, pictures and linked to fret;
And anxiety squezes itself through to scream,
At the unknown dreary source of the unease;
The oft cherished homely thoughts so dear,
Need no more space nor moments to spare
When the journey past ,or still ahead to dare,
Carry with them hope and the purpose clear-
As to what is to be done and what is to come;
A little thing that ensues from neglect or pride
Leads but to crevices or breaks in a neat finish;
Well thought, honest prompts never diminish
The vigour and vita to float even in ebbing tide ;
The fear hid in the soul's corner may rupture:
For, there the devil in diplicity awaits to capture!
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