THERE will be no more death;
There will be no more pain.
I fought them: they lie there; Slain.
Up through the halls of time,
I fought: I overcame.
From the blind Dark beneath the world,
And through the shouting flame.
To win this body bright,
This sheath to hold its lord;
Treasure of breath and being;
Mightier than the sword.
And sundered soul and body,
From death on death of pain,
Rose up to serve this conquering Life,
Even as servants twain.
O far and filled with tidings,
Some air of Earth blows sweet;
But here are songs from star to star;
And the Sun beneath our feet.