Sweet times are here to be,
If we give it the opportunity;
That can not be taken away,
And nobody can steel or sway.
Words will flutter and return,
The lights will flash and burn;
But freedom will always live,
From what we to freedom give.

Sweet times flow and spring,
Like nightingale to a world sing;
Be a cleft in a splendors whirl,
Or a billow in the oceans swirl.
Silences in rest and in speech,
Kindnesses to each other teach;
An invention of the world spirit,
Wisdom of its judgment and wit.

Sweet time like breeze in trees,
Compassion that mankind frees;
A wind that keeps nothing still,
The kindness and conquer of will.
Like a syllable and like a flame,
Resurrections of a peaceful aim;
For freedom will always live,
From what we to freedom give.

Peter S. Quinn

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