All in good times that the unrelenting beams
A nemesis of dawn ,may fall at once mild;
Sharing their sovereignty with patches of clouds,
Clinging on lost glory of yesterday shroud.
All in good times midst the stagnate year ending,
A mirthful breath of merriful December here;
That the enduring populace slowly sinking
May venture exuberantly to a shopping spree.
All in good times soon to befall and imminent;
When the wind an the rain are weathered,when
The obscure undergrowth is scythed and tempest
In rageful haste their wrath I have seen.
Only a year sighing to naught heavily,
That I may flow in use of sought duty.
