DOM VICTOR'S TALES

I have been to places strange,
That seemed to have no charm,
Yet my song would never change,
The tune could meet no harm.

Stares have met the craze,
That my spirit lifted high,
Yet the rarer beat I'd chase,
Meet defeat wouldn't I.

For sour defeat is met,
Less with acts not sound.
More when the rarer isn't let,
To meet with greater ground.

If I turn to look back and think,
Why was I happy yesterday,
'Twas cause I had a lively little link,
With the maker of the day.

He causes the darkness to dispel,
With the sun so shining bright.
Why should I be afraid to tell,
He helped me through the fight.

And if ever in my happiness,
I don't tell you of his works,
Remind me of the foregone mess,
I will not my duty shirk.

That happiness isn't heaven sent ,
If this you think and see.
I got one thing to tell you my friend,
It doesn't work with me!