The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose.
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead - When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed.
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
Men must reap the things they sow, Force from force must ever flow.
The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom.