Strength

Our strength is greater than we dare to think
We turn our heads and whisper no! no! no!
From this dark cup, we may not, will not drink,
No man was born to taste such wine of woe,
Then draws the cup more near our tightening lips,
Prest close to them by hard, resistless hand,
Then wondrous change and hard to understand,
New vigor steals through our astonished frame,
Old wounds are healed, more glad and young we grow,
The desert waste is blossoming with the rose,
Up longer roads with singing lips we go.

Our strength is greater than we dare to think
We turn our heads and whisper no! no! no!
From this dark cup, we may not, will not drink,
No man was born to taste such wine of woe,
Then draws the cup more near our tightening lips,
Prest close to them by hard, resistless hand,
Then wondrous change and hard to understand,
New vigor steals through our astonished frame,
Old wounds are healed, more glad and young we grow,
The desert waste is blossoming with the rose,
Up longer roads with singing lips we go.
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