The long stroll back
To the days of true peace,
What mankind now lack
In the end all dispute frees;
Now clouds drift on dim
Over bleeding gray earth,
In the stormy breme
Where life has no worth.

What will become of days
That are dying to the night,
Will there be turning ways
Towards the morning light?
That inside might give
Justice to good and kind,
Will this age now only live
Within the eye that is blind?

The long stroll past
The mountains of sorrow,
Will love in our zest last
Will there be tomorrow?
The horizon is all dark
With more there coming in,
Where's now the singing lark
And next of his lover kin?

Peter S. Quinn

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