Was concealed your pride unconscious,
And this trait so poorly covered,
My own vanity had tempted.
Then my pride to earth had crumbled,
Fell to naught before his greatness
That knew not own worth or measure.
Sir, believe me, ’twas a prayer
That had from his eyes descended
Like a call from depths abysmal.
He was captivating, sire,
Far more so, than others, master.
And my soul steeped deeply, fully,
In his soul, where it shall linger
Evermore in love unending.
THE GREEN VICTOR
(An Excerpt)
’Twas then it seems, that I began to weave
A daring, never-ending dream of life.
I felt so sweetly happy, yet so sad,
It seemed that through a fog I visioned all,
As in the fleeting moments, long ago
While listening to father’s beating heart,
And half in dream, I watched with keen intent
The rising of the moon above the woods.
My wondering eyes kept gazing high above
Resting upon the blossoms on the tree,
And higher, higher to the vaulting skies,
My father once had likened to an oak.
For from the birth of time it spreads above the earth
Its endless, all-embracing leafy top
Within whose branches nestles the golden bird
Known as the ‘Sun’ by those who in the shade
Of this eternal oak enjoy the fruits of life.
Behold! Bright stars massed yonder in the sky,
Words of surprise escaped my open lips
When I beheld that rare, bewildering scene.
Above my head a green star brightly shone;
Twos fairer than it e’er seemed before,
Glittered and then as quickly disappeared.
I felt the star, an omen meant for me,
Bowed low my head, and quietly returned.
From that night onward I have sought to find
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