My Life Welcomes

To be a good altruist is not my aim.

Thy high decree is my only choice august.

All things shall run to waste; but not Thy Grace

That runs through all our limbs of eyeless dust.

Thy Grace descends; my heart is freedom's bliss,

Never to play with the black and binding clay.

No death can bind my climbing faith divine;

My life welcomes the pride of Eternal Day.