The Poet

Poem By Charles Lamar Nelson

The poet has called his life a spirit
To tell the world, their soul, unfit
Lest, a part of God--intent!
Refuge, the poet flees high,--
For thoughts of gold embarketh there...
And harbors, loveliness, rare!
Thoughts--poetic--favored by God--unwrought!

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