the soul of us all
Artifacts of artistry
Approach a blurred mind trembling
And we will go remembering
When youth meets with despair.
On steeds of deeds a galloping,
Surrendering our luck;
We pluck from life a pear or two
With lips pressed dripping;
Owning only Time.
We make it rhyme, by God,
We make life fine.
While on the sands of Israel
Beneath the twilight sky
We find our Babylon within
A newborn baby's cry.
All of us, each one, is not alone.
The Light that is the soul of us
Still burns where Love is shone.
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