165. The Fire of My Ambition and All My Rainbow-dreams, Are for Thee

The fire of ambition has been waxing strong, fed by the fuel of my rainbow-dreams. As often as old dreams faded, fresh die-hard hopes burst into new, thirsty flames, that swallowed up many a sturdy tree of my fresh powers.

My garden was green with life. Now, gray ghosts of half-dead vitalities glide amid dark doubts, to frighten my timid footsteps marching toward Thee.

Come Thou to my aid, Divine Friend, and usher me ever forward with Thee.


166. We Buy Everything But Thee. Pray Give Me Thyself.