Be comforted my Restless One;
My Cain from beyond the silver Moon!
My great Star Prince, my frightened Child!
Our land gives Peace, you'll feel it soon.
For there are Wild Flowers on the hills
And the Mountains
THUNDER at theDawn!
And the Thrush sings lovingly,
“Be still!’
As it soars to greet the Rising Morn!
As sure as God there will come a time
When Machines and Space seem far away
Your hand in mine; our Future One
We'll run together up the rosy hills to play!
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 5:49 PM UTC
Be comforted my Restless One;
My Cain from beyond the silver Moon!
My great Star Prince, my frightened Child!
Our land gives Peace, you'll feel it soon.
For there are Wild Flowers on the hills
And the Mountains
THUNDER at theDawn!
And the Thrush sings lovingly,
“Be still!’
As it soars to greet the Rising Morn!
As sure as God there will come a time
When Machines and Space seem far away
Your hand in mine; our Future One
We'll run together up the rosy hills to play!