These hours are not The Age of Trump, oh, no Nor yet the age of McDonald’s arches Turned upside down like pendant parts spilt from The four-color process of a ******* mag
All time is God’s, and as a gift to you May be employed in work and play as you Think best in gratitude for all the light That falls upon your acts, your arts, your loves
Whatever else, this is an age of you In quest for the good, the beautiful, and the true