We meet and talk on a moral plane
Above the simple or mundane
Thoughts that fleetingly express
One’s deepest moments, in memory impressed.
And tones of music, viol and bow
Refresh the soul
To be once again a child
And in mind again to know
The pure joy of the sun of spring
The laugh of falling waters
The cymbal’s ring
Again to clutch life in childhood’s splendour
And in a moment that is sheer joy
‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  To it’s sweet innocence surrender.