The Poet Saint

Sphere thee in Confidence
Singing God's Word,
Led by His Providence,
Girt with His Sword;

Bartering all for Faith,
Following e'er
That others deem a wraith,
Fleeting and fair.

' Walk thou no ample way
Wisdom doth mark;
Seek thou where Folly's day
Setteth to dark.

Darkness in Clarity
Wisdom doth find,
Folly in Charity
Doubting the Kind,

' Folly in Piety,
Folly in Trust, "
Heav'n in Satiety,
Death in Death's dust.

" Thou from the dust shalt rise
Over all Fame,
Angels of Paradise
Singing thy name."