When Goodness A'Time Laughed On Us
Whence doth this happiness come?
That it maketh the sky a'gay (become gay) thus
A pinch of frolic, a cloudlet of fun
A lump of joy, a droplet of freedom forth
It maketh appeal all rusted fort
And apotheosize appalled courts
Maketh frolic and hallowed their counts and countenance
A time that bringeth gay unto the sky
And raineth and watereth deserts awhile
Copyright © White Sage | Year Posted 2016
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