A. Crisis.
Nearly destroyed;
Cried out against deceit and fraud,
Tho rising of the woaks society of mén,
Against wreck, repusation; against so much
That my insidos burned; : turned on à epit
On a firet and I had to.stop short
And take atock and consider, léarn peace again,
And ask what was bettar to do,
To lose myself in the fight
And fall unachieved
Or pick myself up and bogin to live subtly,
Finding my silence, gaining my strength?
To be lifted shouting end trembling
Up to the cross before my due time,
Or find my God-and bé lifted up vrapped
In my silence, in time not my own?
To fall men's hostage or the silence's?