Mortality is heeded best,
By those suffice to know,
How frail and fragile time is,
How stealthily she goes,

They count their every blessing,
For knowing what comes in the end,
With words, with wits, with warmth,
They do our sorrows mend,

For knowing how to render,
The moment that's the last,
Singing sublime for Love divine,
Even when it has passed.