Like winter's stormy hours,
That spread their fleece of snow to save the flowers;
The lordliest of all things!—
Life lends us only feet, Death gives us wings.
Fearing no covert thrust,
Let me walk onward, armed in valiant trust;
Dreading no unseen knife,
Across Death's threshold step from life to life!
O all ye frightened folk,
Whether ye wear a crown or bear a yoke,