Clark Struck by the sight of waking dreams At hand our time's before our eyes Called out to look beyond what seemed To hear the woe an angel cry In the distance the sun rose Near we heard a clock chime But the breeze murmured not yet For there still is just a very little time Our faces drenched by pouring rain We laughed as closely we had clung Our senses keen from lack of pain Our souls the streams of songs we sung Now the shadings around us Judged yet not by our sight In the light of our questing The truth came through more clearly into sight Around the eyes of disbelief Intoxicated by their doubt Moreover offered no relief Afraid to look for finding out Yet some danced and some sang songs And some live for today And around us the windows Of wonder were unshuttered on our way