They frown a lot and say, you don’t
But days with them my God here still prolongs;
Each beat the swift pulse in it, fire flies
‘Gainst throngs that wind louder that,
I should die
One happyless, unfortunate human
Passed by the best a daily hour fleeting.
Look at myself; his shadow by him is
I walk, it’s seen, in heaven above the
My choiristers known that I’m inspiring
Pace forth a stallion stride for the living
Need days the next, and thee, should
Leaving behind, all a heap of years gone
To sleep while here, days unto them I
Close to begin; and ending my last lap.