by ST
I left your presence, Home, So short a time ago-- O how could so much experience Be crammed in so short a space: A life within a life. I marvel as I look back-- Am I much changed? The impressions are so deep, Will they be scars, or Wisdom's wrinkles? And now I return, So anxious to see You again. I file all these experiences away To be slowly sorted in moments of musing. I love You, Please take me in Your arms And give me a reassuring embrace; I tried to serve faithfully.
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