In solitude’s temple of eternity;
Lost is the goddess of vitality.
In the night her wings recoil
And leave the mind to weakly toil
In the deep mines of despair,
Where clouds of pride poison the air.
Yet deep in the mines of the mind
A vein of gold will still readily bind
Life’s hope to this queen of another realm.
The shimmer sent forth does overwhelm;
Turning all back to the pharmacy of humility
In the marketplace of fellowship and sociability.