To cultivate its people
Not fasten its talents to felonies
The arts not armaments
And great music would spring up
A mood of jocular seriousness
Each life would take on a sheen
As when gold is discovered
And we would rush to protect it
Then maybe the spirit of the age
Whose combat is his gaze
Merciful but stern
Would turn to teach us
What we never
Seem to learn
No comments:
Post a Comment