INCARNATION.
Though part and parcel of the pastThe future is an unknown book—Though writing for eternity,I dare not on its pages look.My past is dead, and buried too.In grave of Hope it lies full deep;It resurrected ne’er shall be,It is a nightmare of my sleep.Will life’s fair morning never come?I wait for it impatiently.And Death’s long sleep I fain would breakWith all its gruesome mystery.I pray to go forever on,Retracing ne’er earth’s steps again.Incarnateonce, andonlyonce,I would not live on earth again.
Though part and parcel of the pastThe future is an unknown book—Though writing for eternity,I dare not on its pages look.My past is dead, and buried too.In grave of Hope it lies full deep;It resurrected ne’er shall be,It is a nightmare of my sleep.Will life’s fair morning never come?I wait for it impatiently.And Death’s long sleep I fain would breakWith all its gruesome mystery.I pray to go forever on,Retracing ne’er earth’s steps again.Incarnateonce, andonlyonce,I would not live on earth again.