Through dark clouds and deep sea,
through jungles and wilderness,
through life’s twinge and wreck,
through hills and valleys,
Closer, I crawl.
Death I shall kiss,
to wane and marry with the bride,
amidst beatitude and glee.
In gaiety shall I dwell,
like a peony in a pouch.
Blest shall pious mortals be;
there shall be glowing laughter
from earthlings with pure thought.
Rejuvenation for the aged,
brawn and vigour for the frail,
solace for the downtrodden,
allay for the laden.
A glimpse of eternity at apogee,
this my spirit yearns for,
this my soul beseeches.
As I journey through earthly experience,
eternity I foresee.
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