The Mystic Ranger

The world is so entranc­ing,
So cap­ti­vat­ing in its way.
That I begun burn­ing, [with jeal­ousy!]
Dark clouds dark­en­ing my day.

Even the clouds they are so lovely,
I feel like steal­ing them.
To wear their won­der­ful beauty,
empha­siz­ing their sil­ver hem.

Oh! Why is it only me,
Who is so deeply lost in won­der?
They live and let live with glee,
On them I have no time to squander.

And so,
I turned my head around,
And in my eye, time stared.
My mind floated off the ground,
To ask them, then I dared.

Why, my friend are you so queer?
A boon, a bane every­thing.
You, in my heart invoke great fear;
Please stop this fan­ci­ful playing.

Time looked at me,And ticked away;
ticked away to glory.
And as it did this mag­i­cal act,
Upon my grave I lay.

I saw every­thing I wanted to see,
I real­ized and so, under­stood.
Ahead was He, the mighty God.
And there he calmly stood.