Canvas of life by invisible hands,
in colours of love,hope and gloom;
tears and thorns where the flowers bloom;
flowing streams and shifting sands
pristine ,virginal,in hues of love
soaring high on wings of dove.
Each breath precious,untiring eyes
feast upon the motely views;
rainbows frolic amid dewey sprays,
pots of gold seen through gauzy haze;
let gorgon-terrors bury in chasms deep,
dreamy fancy wings off to sleep.
Catch those dreams with your toils,
free thy feet from shackled coils;
quell the murky waters of doom,
let sunshine banish the misty doom,
fly ,! fly!! where the eagles dare
and joy is ,yes ! it now is here.
in colours of love,hope and gloom;
tears and thorns where the flowers bloom;
flowing streams and shifting sands
pristine ,virginal,in hues of love
soaring high on wings of dove.
Each breath precious,untiring eyes
feast upon the motely views;
rainbows frolic amid dewey sprays,
pots of gold seen through gauzy haze;
let gorgon-terrors bury in chasms deep,
dreamy fancy wings off to sleep.
Catch those dreams with your toils,
free thy feet from shackled coils;
quell the murky waters of doom,
let sunshine banish the misty doom,
fly ,! fly!! where the eagles dare
and joy is ,yes ! it now is here.
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