THOU HAST taken him to thine arms and crowned him with death, him who ever waited outside like a beggar at life's feast. Thou hast put thy right hand on his failures and kissed him with peace that stills life's turbulent thirst. Thou hast made him one with all kings and with the ancient world of wisdom.
DAY AFTER DAY, O lord of my life, shall I stand before thee face to face? With folded hands, O lord of all worlds, shall I stand before thee face to face? Under thy great sky in solitude and silence, with humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face? In this laborious world of thine, tumultuous with toil and with struggle, among hurrying crowds shall I stand before thee face to face? And when my work shall be done in this world, O King of kings, alone and speechless shall I stand before thee face to face?