God willing, we shall this day meet that old enemy Who has give us so many a good beating. Thank God we have a cause worth fighting for, And a cause worth losing and a good song to sing.
In the afternoon, over gold screens, I will brush the blue dust of my dreams.
Here upon earth there is life, and then death, Dawn, and later nightfall, Fire, and the quenching of embers: But why should I not remember that my night is dawn in another part of the world, If the idea fits my fancy?
As I went through the city by day I saw shadows in sunlight; But in the night I saw everywhere Stars within the darkness.
