"At times I almost dream
I too have spent a life the sages' way
And tread once more familiar paths
Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance an age ago
And in that act, a prayer for one more chance
Went up so earnest, so
Instinct with better light led in by death
That life was blotted out not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it to remain
Dim memories
As now, on seems once more
The goal in sight again"
I estimate their works and them
So rightly, that at times I almost dream
I too have spent a life the sages' way
And tread once more familiar paths
Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago
And in that act, a prayer for one more chance
Went up so earnest, so
Take my hand, follow me
To the place where I lie
You will see, you will hear
The last one man's cry
In other life
I was here standing by
As were you wonder why
Come to field where I died
Instinct with better light led in by death
That life was blotted out not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain
Dim memories, the goal in sight again
All which, indeed is foolish, and only means
The flesh I wear, the earth I tread are not more clear to me
Than my belief
Explained to you or no
Grab my hand, follow me
To the place where I lie
You will see, you will hear
The last one man's cry
In other life
I was here standing by
As were you wonder why
Come to field where I died
Now follow me
To the place where I lie
You will see, you will hear
The last one man's cry
In other life
I was here standing by
Once again we will come
To the field where I died