Edwin Arnold

Who doth right deeds
Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.

Who doth right deeds
Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.

Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.

Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.

Making all future fruits of all the pasts.

Making all future fruits of all the pasts.

Like a plank of driftwood
Tossed on the watery main,
Another plank encountered,
Meets, read more

Like a plank of driftwood
Tossed on the watery main,
Another plank encountered,
Meets, touches, parts again;
So tossed, and drifting ever,
On life's unresting sea,
Men meet, and greet, and sever,
Parting eternally.

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing read more

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.