Yet, Behind The Night, Waits For The

Fish Say, They Have Their Stream And Pond; But Is There Anything Beyond?

Oh! Death Will Find Me Long Before I Tire Of Watching You.

Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour, And Caught Our Youth, And Wakened Us From Sleeping, With Hand Made Sure, Clear Eye, And Sharpened Power, To Turn, As Swimmers Into Cleanness Leaping.

And In That Heaven Of All Their Wish, There Shall Be No More Land, Say Fish

These Laid The World Away; Poured Out The Red Sweet Wine Of Youth; Gave Up The Years To Be Of Work And Joy, And That Unhoped Serene, That Men Call Age; And Those Who Would Have Been, Their Sons, They Gave, Their Immortality.