You will come for me at last;
Then I’ll see You, hear Your voice,
Be with You, with You rejoice;
How the sweet hope thrills me through,
Sets me wearying for You.
The valiant never taste death but once.
Of all the wonders that I have yet heard,
It seems to me the most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.