when in eternal lines to time thou growst

And how much are destroyed no such real measures

by means of atomic explosions

by means of atomic explosions

And how much are destroyed no such real measures

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

napalm suffocated casualties

Is our destined end or way

Angel in activities

Be a hero inside the strifeA_Psalm_of_Life

On what wings dare he aspire

On what wings dare he aspire

That murmur soon replies God doth not need

and pray do not flee so soon

In a million eons

Mother of Exiles From her beaconhand

And little metropolis thy streets for evermore

Is royal thousands at his offering speed

Wrapped with appreciation