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When Time, far past my dawning day

Seeks to close my life-long hymn

Sit and hear my story, son,

As I recount my life away.

I'll pour aged wine from my grail,

If you'll gladly hold your tin.

I'll start you to a fulfilled soul

Before your time will end.



The world flows full of dark, my son,

And none may know its depth.

When thund'ring hate comes and good men run

Remember where strength and love are kept.



When harvests are ruined by locusts and weed

And pain is all life's reaped

Remember the stronghold of the soul in need,

Where fortitiude's joys are heaped.



When good fruit turns to rotted spoil,

And all hope seems in vain,

Work and slave and fight and toil

'til your efforts come to gain.



When war's division scorns the land

And fear's shadow looms at bay

Take fiery heart and slaying sword in hand

And meet the enemy on his way.



Remember the furnace inside you,

Scorching every obstacle and task.

But to your heart and soul stay true;

To this hold tight and fast.