Poem in honor of a Very Important Day – Feast Day of St. John the Evangelist
As slowly sift the sands of time,
A grain of truth appears in rhyme;
Tempus fugit, sweet Art lies mute,
While Sense surrounds the sounded lute.
Why bother still with ancient airs?
To put to rest life’s cruel cares –
And soothe the soul, and increase hopes,
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