Alas, Regardless Of Their Doom,

They Hear A Voice In Every Wind, And Snatch A Fearful Joy.

The Time Will Come, When Thou Shalt Lift Thine Eyes To Watch A Long-drawn Battle In The Skies. While Aged Peasants, Too Amazed For Words, Stare At The Flying Fleets Of Wondrous Birds.

Not All That Tempts Your Wandering Eyes And Heedless Hearts, Is Lawful Prize; Nor All That Glisters Gold.

Rich With The Spoils Of Time.

To Brisk Notes In Cadence Beating, Glance Their Many-twinkling Feet.