The one that stuck in my head from childhood goes:
Life is the narrow veil between the barren peaks of two eternities We strive in vain to reach beyond the heights; we cry aloud, but the only answer is the echo of a wailing cry.
Yet in the night of death, hope sees a star. And listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
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Date: 2006-10-27 05:26 pm (UTC)The one that stuck in my head from childhood goes:
Life is the narrow veil
between the barren peaks of two eternities
We strive in vain to reach beyond the heights;
we cry aloud, but the only answer
is the echo of a wailing cry.
Yet in the night of death,
hope sees a star.
And listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.