Time is eternity begun.
Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.
Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.
The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
Tis human actions paint the chart of time.