I would I were at home on high,

And all my worldly toil laid by;

At home above is life deathless,

And all is joy without distress;

A thousand year make there one day,

And pain and strife are gone for aye.

Then up! my heart and hardihood,

Seek ye the good above all good;

Ye may not stay for long below,

To-day, to-morrow, ye must go.