The valley dips and sometimes sinks
Into a bottomless oblivion.
Like a roller coaster doing ninety,
Like a shooting star, here a moment–
Then gone around a stellar bend . . .
. . . . . . . . . . To arise,
We must descend.
No way to know the road ahead–
But we trust our Guides,
For our sickness in the secret hides.
We don’t always know our own disguises.
In this valley,
. . . . . . . . . . . . a peace abides–
In this valley,
. . . . . . . . . . . a friend confides–
And the fear subsides–
In this Valley of Progress.
