This germ no eye can see

by jimowensjr

This germ no eye can see,

Nor with the powered lens.

And no mere drug will free

It poisons highest hopes

And sickens the mighty tree.


It slays the kind and true

Twil’ bring the mighty low.

Painting souls darkest blue

And chases every dream

So few escape it’s bitter dew


But if to find the cure,

Deep into the heart we stare,

So patient and so pure

To free from every fear

‘tis waiting there so sure.


This sickness will soon pass,

If we drink it deeply.

Courage within his glass

For every man to drink

‘tis but for his hand to grasp.