It Is Not For Minds Like Ours

He Who Grown Aged In This World Of Woe, In Deeds, Not Years, Piercing The Depths Of Life, So That No Wonder Waits Him.

If Ancient Tales Say True, Nor Wrong These Holy Men.

He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It - Peace!

Such Partings Break The Heart They Fondly Hope To Heal.

Well, Well, The World Must Turn Upon Its Axis, And All Mankind Turn With It, Heads Or Tails, And Live And Die, Make Love And Pay Our Taxes, And As The Veering Winds Shift, Shift Our Sails.