Friends let us show our good will and forget
The autumnal years in despair we’ve spent
Speak not of the past and the gales we’ve met
Lip talk but gossip often meant unmeant
Give no thought to those dire tyrants who dash
Over a river of blood to obtain
A spark of glory quickly turning ash
Unth’nking of the slayer and who was slain
Keep your jar of virtue empty of hate
And your faith in heaven your lasting dream
Walk towards the min’rets of God and be straight
To find in your desert of life a stream
Never wail a hard luck -Cis all your fate
Since you ‘re but a mailed letter on your way
Railing forward circling back where to wait
Where your where’ll be the where where you’ere, yest’rday