Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.

Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.