Which lip will lack in framing 'Praise!'-
When all is bright and clear as day?
Or when the rocking seas rephrase,
The swelling words we chose to say?
Not hard to sing when Love has won,
Not hard to love when no one cries,
No need to dream under the sun,
Or chant 'Grace!' under starlit skies.
Who remembers the petals when it pours-
Rainbows, greenswards, sun shining hours?
Who knows where the sun goes at night,
Or when the clouds would let its light?

I'll sing of Love when birds would sing,
And raise my hands when they are raised.
I'll blow each trump, and strum each string,
"This is the day the Lord has made!"
Should blazing beacon grow dim,
And the calm seas grows thundery;
Should strains seek to rent each roped seam,
And the earth reveals her foundry.
Hallelujah! Still, will I sing,
However hoarse my vocals ring.
Hallelujah! Joy's sine qua non!
I'll sing of hope till comes the sun!

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Vittorio_Topaz