The hours of men are weighed with eld
And born upon wings of consequence
Lasting moments of a sweetest dream
Clasped in still warm bedclothes
Rushing or crawling the river flows
Ever outward until it comes to the green sea
Tossing and tumultuous on the surface
Silent unknown the deepest deep
The great wave savages the greener land
Driven by a baser hunger implicit
Cast down fiery princes from their thrones
A darker time now encroaching
The hour of man is closer at hand
Further away from eternity held
Traded the forest green for a wall of steel
Fields of grain for a plain of dust
The scales of loss have tipped the gain
Writ in the heavens farthest beyond
Ladder ascends to the farthest star
Angels no longer to guard
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