Time Teaches Us to Love, if We Would Learn
|Time teaches us to love, if we would
Hope strewn on fertile ground becomes compassion.
In lushest color naked night appears;
Rainbows are the work of joy and tears.
To love oneself inspires little passion,
Yet many to that stony idol turn.
So do we our joys and sorrows
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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