Then comes a time when  stratagems of hope

Just do not succeed;

When life inscribes a twisted book

Impossible to read.


Those die who should not,

Those who should do not;

Wisdom takes a backward look,

And disowns lessons that it taught.


We then pace from room to room,

But find no resting place;

And blind despair overwhelms

Great words of sense and grace.

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