Yet lacking the footprints of passing men
And still I retain that glow
Of faith, hope and wonder
My heart is as Virgin snow
With the flame of a blazing lantern
Glow red as a live coal
Within my breast a raging thunder
My soul is as Virgin snow
In a tumult wondering when
The footprints of life will sow
Love, Pain, a throne; within me and under
My life is as Virgin snow
Yet lacking the footprints of passing men
A stoic leaping glow
Of hope beyond the next bend yonder
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