From birth to death—a swallow's flight.
Stars burning fainter, onward we strive.
Cauldron of dawn! The East's alive.
Joy in the journey, joy at the last;
Day in its splendour—darkness past!
In life's beginning clouds to be trod;
At its brave ending, sunrise—God.
From the veiled Hereafter
Whither you have fled,
Snatches of your laughter