A homeless spirit in a homeless world astray,
I chase forever shadows through the pathless way,

Yearning for joys beyond this world of care,
And leap the present, seeking future life to share—

But seek in vain! Some hearts are constant, always true,
But such, indeed, how rare they are, and Oh, how few!

Yet, from the galling present would we haste away,
Blindly groping, ever seeking eternal day.