From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.

Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.

I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.

Marvellous mercies and infinite love.

Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.

From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.