my monogram.
127
But the good has had ever alloy,
And each pleasure was marred by a pain.
And each pleasure was marred by a pain.
IV.
And all was confused, and I knew
Neither how to renounce nor aspire,
Till my soul had unravelled the clue,
And this truth was burned in it with fire.
Neither how to renounce nor aspire,
Till my soul had unravelled the clue,
And this truth was burned in it with fire.
V.
Through yearning, fruition, and loss,
To make duty my goal and my aim,
As the circles are held in the cross!
My life's motto is writ in my name.
To make duty my goal and my aim,
As the circles are held in the cross!
My life's motto is writ in my name.
