
I shall layeth down
My cloak of redemption
It shall cleaneth you
Of all manner of compensation
For just as my temperament
Doth squabble feebly
With the present foibles
Of my most difficult current hostilities
Time
Sweet majestic
Unwavering time
Doth reconcile in me
An assurance of tranquility
Shall invade my troubled waters
And calm the turbulent seas
To but a ripple
As if transposed to a lake
Where the sun doth shine
From the heavens
And prosperity will live
In my house
Once more