Why art thou pale br and sad and sick... br carrying no happy thought with thee... br why lost thy vigor br and zeal and zest br casting shadows- br dark and deep br but mixed with somber evening shine br like a death-bed patient's parting smile br shedding never- ending grief; br though I perceive br thy daily death is no mishap br but Nature's game of hide and seek br of sinking day and rising night. br It seems to me br thou hast the breath of God in thee br for solacing the cloudy hearts...