Sweet is the lore which nature brings,
In tidings and shapes of beautiful things,
Given to my mind by the curtain of the sky,
And watch the night unfold in magical beauty
Her peaceful respite in tearful moments weep,
The uneasy tears our breezy thoughts sweep.
Change sides with seasons cheering clouds,
And what seemed a waste of dew unfolds.
The starry skies, where we will meet our fate,
Until fighting stop and we love those we hate,
When peace we have; peace shall not
Climb care free high over mountaintop,
To closed the land below, and open terrestrial door,
For sun to shine and moon to show us where,
Heaven is a butter star in grand panorama,
And buttery darkening stars gathered in sky arena,
Gaze upon bright shapes from infinite space,
Spellbound arms hold each other in sweet embrace.
And there in heaven, we look for grace to be forgiven,
Of things loosed from this world at the second coming.