always we are following a light
always the light recedes with groping hands
we stretch toward this glory while the lands
we journey through are hidden from our sight
dim and mysterious folded deep in night
we care not all our utmost need demands
is but the light the light so still it stands
surely our own if we exert our might
fool never can'st thou grasp this fleeting gleam
its glowing flame would die if it were caught