Spirits of night still call my name, entreating
Me to join their lonely journey into night.
While I lie restless, dreaming but of flight
To safety, warmth, security and light.
Full knowing the certainty of our meeting,
That awesome day when death shall bring me greeting.
I live to know the gift of life's full meaning;
That every day a new reward descends
On he who, sinning, also makes amends;
And cares less for himself than for his friends,
And pleasure finds in spring's new yearly greening
And in autumn feeds his soul by thrifty gleaning.
How fly the years!
We'd best be gay
While yet we may,
There comes a day,
When all our fears
Are turned to tears.
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