O my United Nations, quick and slow, young and old,
Fifty years you are, fifty million dreams
—Sweet, sweeter, sweetest,
Pure, purer, purest,
Deep, deeper, deepest,
High, higher, highest you treasure.
But only one dream you needs must fulfil:
Your world-justice-peace-dream-tree
Must blossom into world-reality flowers and fruits.
God gave you His Infinity’s Dream: Peace.
Can you not give Him your divinely and supremely
Fulfilled reality: bliss?