When We Have Strangled Virtue At Her Birth
When we have strangled virtue at her birth
And evil thoughts are all that we can find
We cannot take a draught of cheerful mirth;
Escape from this black prison in the mind.
When friendship and esteem have been foregone
And lone as buzzards circling are our hearts.
Remembrance of past joys will never come
And soon from us the last love will depart.
When wickedness draws down our minds to die
And hatred seems to cloud the very sky
When we don’t look to see the geese fly by
When all we do is moan and weep and sigh
Then let’s remember all we have not lost;
Knot firm our souls till this dark grief has passed
Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2015
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