Life flies as torrents downward fall
Speeding away without recall,
So virtue should our thoughts engage,
For bliss[382] is mortals' heritage.
By ceaseless care and earnest zeal
For servants and for people's weal,
By gifts, by duty nobly done,
Our glorious sire the skies has won.
Our lord the king, o'er earth who reigned,
A blissful home in heaven has gained