Took I the heavy sack of my sin
And dragged it into the sea
Of salvation--watched it drowning
To the bed of grace and mercy.

Better to remain single
than
be hooked with a devil.

A grave man needs a wife
With whom to share his life--
Wise, warm and straight spouse
To keep and tend his house,
Both making a merry home
Until the Lord's kingdom come.

Chestop, Hindbelow--
Womanhood--
Lovesville in Heart Borough,
Longpole-Center Mood--
Manland.

Seed buried beneath the soil,
Tend often in anticipated toil;
Yet how plants bud and blossom
Is above my cultivated wisdom.

Though life is a maze and mystery,
I've taken in my hand my destiny
Beholding it with faith's steady eye
Through weather foul and fair.

Fell.

But I've climbed my way
               back
to the summit.

Her presence is smelling
on the
sheet of my being.