Attempt 2 Sure, this my soul of mine does honest speak! If this my heart in me could only feel And this my mind might follow close and clear, how much my soul divine to me would teach! Alas trod I an over-shadowed path, far long from joyful discipline’s rich fruits! So stupid pride in lazy impulse-field my life divine does shapeless waste away. What to do? What, oh what to do? of God and Good, of friendship without end … Continue reading Pure Love Poem