For Each Age Is A

But On One Man's Soul It Hath Broken, / A Light That Doth Not Depart; / And His Look, Or A Word He Hath Spoken, / Wrought Flame In Another Man's Heart.

We Are The Music Makers, And We Are The Dreamers Of Dreams.

O Precious Is The Pause Between The Winds That Come And Go, / And Sweet The Silence Of The Shores Between The Ebb And Flow.

We Are The Music-makers, And We Are The Dreamers Of Dreams... Yet We Are The Movers And Shakers Of The World For Ever, It Seems.

A Breath Of Our Inspiration / Is The Life Of Each Generation.