NOTHING WILL DIE

         
        When will the stream be aweary of flowing

              Under my eye?
        When will the wind be aweary of blowing
              Over the sky?
        When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting?
        When will the heart be aweary of beating?
              And nature die?
        Never, O, never, nothing will die;
              The stream flows,
              The wind blows,
              The cloud fleets,
              The heart beats,
                 Nothing will die.

          Nothing will die;
          All things will change
          Thro’ eternity.
          ’Tis the world’s winter;
          Autumn and summer
          Are gone long ago;
          Earth is dry to the centre,
          But spring, a new comer,
          A spring rich and strange,
          Shall make the winds blow
          Round and round,
          Thro’ and thro’,
                Here and there,
                Till the air
          And the ground
          Shall be fill’d with life anew.

          The world was never made;
          It will change, but it will not fade.
          So let the wind range;
          For even and morn
                Ever will be
                Thro’ eternity.
          Nothing was born;
          Nothing will die;
          All things will change.