Poem
This lesson only grasped through time
Our view emerging in the climb
Its vexed infancy played out the longest:
Our army without guns is the strongest
So sing the old songs, drink deeply
And with tears drying become sleepy
To dream swift, golden spears of sun-rays
On the eve of our momentous day
Sunday 8th September 2024 6:39 pm
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