Our little hour How swift it flies When poppies flare And lillies smile How soon the fleeting Minute dies Leaving us but A little while The dream, our dream To sing our song The gods they do not Give us long To pick the fruit To pluck the flower One little hour Our little hour When love with yew-eyed loveliness Raises her lips For ours to kiss And dies within first caress How short it is How short it is Youth flickers out Like wind-blown flame For time and deaths' Relentless claim Sweets of today Tomorrows sour How short it is Our little hour Our little hour How short a time To take our fill Of armored crime To wage our wars To fan our hate To troop our banners And storm the gates Blood on the sword Our eyes blood red Do we forget How soon is sped? Blind in our puny Reign of power Our little hour Our little hour How short a time To tell our beads To chant our feeble litanies To think sweet thoughts To do good deeds How soon it dies How soon it dies The altar lights Grow pale and dim So passes with the dying hymn The bells hang silent In the tower Our little hour Our little hour