Set down the fight for another day, Let heaven temper our hisses. Our quarrels are too obtuse, And our time is slipping away.


Set down the guns, And break the slings and arrows. They poison the soul and fill our heads, With hate and sorrow. 


Set down the silver tongued demon And the wicked pen. Instead whisper of love and beauty And write of the heart, and all good men.

Set down your hate, For things you do not understand. Take pleasure in yourself, And you'll see it in your fellow man.