Great sentient muse, thy virtues we seek:
May we with temperance course through life
Not like the cold tempestuous sea-
That breaks and foam and curse in strife;
But through prayer and chastity be like Job
Who in temptation eschewed blasphemy.
What beauteous art thy hands have wrought….
Earth wind and fire at your behest
Did in time conceive such vaunted works
Of which with reverent due, our mouths attest.
Oh patience! Thou who from faith ensued;
Wring from us all impulsive strains -
That with forbearance, may we endure
With stalwart hope, our quest for eternal bliss.
By
Hope Kalé Ewusi©
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