This is the track my life is setting on, Spacious the spanless way I wend; The blackness of darkness may be held for me? And barren plunging without end? Why dare I fear? For other wandering souls Burn thro' the night of that far bourne. And they are light unto themselves; and aureoles Self-radiated there are worn. And when in after-times we make return Round solar bounds awhile to run, They gather many satellites astern And turn aside the very sun.