1 All hail, the pageant of the years
That endless come and go,
The brave procession of the spheres
In Time's resistless flow
Arise, and crown our days with good,
In glad, exultant brotherhood.
2 Behind us fade the centuries
Of man at war with man,
The fierce and foul futilities
Of battling tribe and clan
Arise, and crown our day with good,
In glad, exultant brotherhood.
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| First Line: | All hail, the pageant of the years |
| Title: | All Hail the Pageant of the Years |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1960 |