One more thing to you,Child,I must tell:
Gay this farewell poem,my singing's end;
These last waves of silver throb and swell That my Jenny's breath its music lend.
Swift as over gulf and looming fell,Through cascade and forest land,Life's fleet hours shall hasten on until Pure perfection's end in you they find.
Bravely clad in flowing robes of fire,Proud uplifted heart transformed by light,Master now,from bonds released entire,Firmly do I tread through spaces free,Shatter pain before your visage bright,While the dreams flash out towards Life's Tree.
