The hour discusses my longings
few score at the heart of what is bore
into eternity that lay prostrate
I lay to reason with all beginnings
Neither planted on the shore
Nor granted in majestic state
Desires relay the proof
Of what seems to keep us all aloof
Playing into the connection of freedom
And pleasing the highest in command
Portrays on one hand a moment
Created of time so flawless yet mine
Will show my testimony is not only in mind
But in all the future hopes of divine


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