32. FABRIC OF TIME

The setting sun

Pours like honey

Through the windows of the soul

Hearts so young

Harken to its call

The swords of life

Are held so high

By boys and girls

With hearts so soft

And eyes so wide

Hearts so wide

And eyes so soft

Oh pull back the holy fabric

That clothes in precious light

Their sweet impulsive hearts

Lay bear their beauty Divine, chaste and pure

We honor and revere

These sweet hearts.