How clear, now, the brightime sky of youth
How lovely-fair that pursuit of an eternal truth.
Those sunbeams of our morning life's clarity
Laugh out, now, with a truly thoughless charity       
That sets free a man longchained to violence
Appalled at vicious crimes performed in silence.
Evil soars through these dimming days of hope. 
As we see the world slide down the slippery slope:
O! why do the wicked prosper?
O! why is man alone too weak to counter dreadful wrong's long  swan song?
Now, we shall  garner time, squander love no more;
Recall lost innocence and live by it.
Yes, the pinking of the sky will render up memory to the west                                                                            And we will regain that zest for life but in a minor key.
And we shall put away that remorseful day
Where time and memory intersect,
As we learn again to sway, and swerve that day away.