Sweet times are here to be, br If we give it the opportunity; br That can not be taken away, br And nobody can steel or sway. br Words will flutter and return, br The lights will flash and burn; br But freedom will always live, br From what we to freedom give. br br Sweet times flow and spring, br Like nightingale to a world sing; br Be a cleft in a splendors whirl, br Or a billow in the oceans swirl. br Silences in rest and in speech, br Kindnesses to each other teach; br An invention of the world spirit, br Wisdom of its judgment and wit. br br Sweet time like breeze in trees, br Compassion that mankind frees; br A wind that keeps nothing still, br The kindness and conquer of will. br Like a syllable and like a flame, br Resurrections of a peaceful aim; br For freedom will always live, br From what we to freedom give.br br Peter S.