Show THE LAST DECADE when murky clouds that pall a summer day do ere its close dissolve and drift away what joyous smiles break oer the how the dormant pulse of life again and in the afterglow of fading light there breathes a promise of a morrow bright so at this cent eventide those years vein hopes have wrought to merge in darkening tears doth man rejoice for from a drifted rifted west assuring rays beam cross his weary quest dull leaden skies now change to gladdening hues the waiting heart its cherished bong that song divined not less ita power than when first heard peace on earth good will to men gilbert S fletcher in new nation |