The Grain and Soul to be renewed,
At once a reign of life
Not the pain of death, nor the pain of loss,
and yet nor the pain
of
gain
To be allowed and full,
upon the life
and fresh beginning
and
untamed
curiosity,
For once the day comes,
That Grand Day,
That Terrible day,
There will cease
to
all,
A pain to great and treacherous
Too Monstrous,
Too sheathed
All
will be
well
