Youthful, while hoary ages roll away.
O fleeting life, the stars that shine on me
Smiled just the same when star-lit Galilee
Beneath the Saviour’s feet in slumber lay.
What countless swarms of man’s ephemeral race
Live, love, and die, while ye sail coldly on!
Yet they shall rise, the teeming millions gone,
And gaze unmoved, while from their ancient place
The morning stars like baleful meteors fleet,
And while the heavens melt with fervent heat.