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I know that I still sometimes under thumb
Of Stupid God am still too prone to come,
That I will let my faculties grow numb
And fail to exercise them as I ought.
Though it is not a refuge I have sought,
I have, from time to time, found myself caught
Inside the warm and soft enfolding cave
From which I would more turn were I more brave;
I am too weak; I still it sometimes crave
And think in seeking it it to myself ease
Of burdens I incur in doing these
Or other things that do not always please.
But hiding from my problems does no good,
And to that doing, I must strive, or should.