From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Glory to Man in the highest! For Man is the master of things.
Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.
To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.