Brightness, the sun hath given thee
And joyous the flowers, for brightness thee returns
For all beside thee – and all thou wilt forgive
Thereby yesterday beest gone, and for tomorrow, we yearn
Our fleeting youth, we must cherish
And times of young, the mighty hath given
Waste not our time – these days we mustn’t diminish
for the wrongs done and yet to be done, all to be forgiven
Lo! Present time, young still these years,
And thither, waiting our arrival, our final rest…
No! ‘Tis beyond us –
‘Tis now we live best!
And hence, we chase the sun
Thereby yesterday beest gone,
So at which hour the ashes flare upon the red embers
Beside thee, the days thou wilt remember