If not to search for thee eternally?
Why should the tireless Sun arise each morn
If not to look for thee?
Alas my fate! before you came to me
Already had I felt the touch of Death,
Nor was I spared before thy worshipped feet
To offer up my breath.
For long, throughout the world, I sought for thee,
Through weary years and ages of unrest;
At last I found thee hidden in my arms