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To me you are a sparkling bride in white,
That in her folly rolls in mire and murk,
Betraying He who called you forth to light,
And gladly choosing tasks for which to shirk,
You sit atop a tower looking down,
And insults fling at simple passers by,
You barricade your doors to shine your crown,
And leave convictions where they fall and lie,
And I ashamed to be compared with you,
Abandon all the vestiges of old,
And though I try to stand among the few,
You push me out and leave me in the cold,
The course you claim to take off often veer,
You are the empty shadow in a mirr’r,
That in her folly rolls in mire and murk,
Betraying He who called you forth to light,
And gladly choosing tasks for which to shirk,
You sit atop a tower looking down,
And insults fling at simple passers by,
You barricade your doors to shine your crown,
And leave convictions where they fall and lie,
And I ashamed to be compared with you,
Abandon all the vestiges of old,
And though I try to stand among the few,
You push me out and leave me in the cold,
The course you claim to take off often veer,
You are the empty shadow in a mirr’r,
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