I
The child who chases lizards in the grass,
The sage who deep in central nature delves,
The preacher watching for the ill hour to pass—
All these are souls who fly from their dread selves.
I
The child who chases lizards in the grass,
The sage who deep in central nature delves,
The preacher watching for the ill hour to pass—
All these are souls who fly from their dread selves.