Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.

Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.

All Life needs for life is possible to will.

Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.