If it's true there are such things
Of glory and great power
Exceeding ought this neath life brings
And quickening the hour
When worldly pains at once depart
To leave us swathed in peace
Which vindicate the constant heart
Whose love would grudge to cease
If it's true some fraction lives
Unfuelled by the blood
Then timeless truth its being gives
To be now understood
Past the windings of life's span
All thoughts return to one
As sure as he exists a man
Remains his mother's son
