Some wizards assist you and me;
who short a passage going long.
They believe in the spaces free,
an object or a darling song.
For any hurdle rough or grave,
although 'tis true, these inhere life;
the wizards with their virges pave-
a manner but with lessened strife.
At times, they are a fete of tea;
the gaysome chores at eve you'll do;
at morn, the birdsong from a tree,
or from the hall, a pleasant view.
Life o'erlooks us and domineers;
the wizards transpose it with smile,
certify hope, to joyness steers
and make you forget all a while.