Apathy

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Winter's heart feel my fear,
Blinder of all hope,
(For I feel the end is near,
A painful atrophy)
Is there but a path
of not darkness but light
Where not facing wrath
But prosper in the right
not any overgrown road
forgotten highway not
where no mourner woed
and none threw lots
any place of peace
rest better still
there must be one at least
The place of Godly will.