Windows of our time
On to its own folding
Living for its prime
In its pass and holding
Days that are not clear
Only finding their way
Something now so near
And later to go away
Refrain:
Nothing surpassing this
All men should have known
Our world is full of bliss
On its confident own
Our world is give and take
With its spread and effect
We men must all be awake
And never again neglect
Distance on coming
Within their brightly glow
In your heart humming
Through beats of to and fro
Yesterdays in eyes
Within each one living
Hope and lives surprise
Inside each take and giving
Refrain:
Nothing surpassing this
All men should have known
Our world is full of bliss
On its confident own
Our world is give and take
With its spread and effect
We men must all be awake
And never again neglect
Parts of human strain
Returning infections
In their reach and pain
Of potent rejections
Windows of our strive
Inviting their control
Our traditions and life
Within all that certain whole
Refrain:
Nothing surpassing this
All men should have known
Our world is full of bliss
On its confident own
Our world is give and take
With its speared and effect
We men must all awake
And never again neglect
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