When my anxious strife in the worldly life
Brings no fruit and makes me depressed
Shunning all what might be
And makes me feel lonely
In the millions of men
And when I am on the verge of cursing myself
I feel my self under a canopy
Of reflecting light to my heart
Making me feel hopeful of my bright future
And tempting me to take up the strife again.
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