You do complain upon our time, and that, Yourself being eldest in our love, Our time shall be shorted by the length of yours. Go not; but let my argument run 5 Its minute marvel, and if, by its ending, You have not found yourself, for some second, Some unconsidered second, somewhat, yes, Somewhat amazed, as when a woodland doe Before a gentle mirror does appear, and once 10 And once in all her shaded life confronts herself And stands admiring before that sight. If not Somehow touched, and of yourself amended, Or have that harsh judgement gentled to a laugh,] Then go; go and my pinching purgatory 15 I'll serve silent as a smiling saint.
From the collection "Hymns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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