Dancing in the rain of sorrows,
While basking under the shade of the fruitless tree,
And left to wear the rainbow coat of penury;
And feast with Erebus to prepare his path.
Ages turned their hands in remembrance,
And brought to him the bright night star
To lit for him the bag of honour and riches
As a recompense for toils and anguish of the man lost on earth.
Tears of happiness stroll down his ebony shade
Whilst laid he on the earthly floor aloft in ponder,
From whence comes the new garment of praise;
...it is the time of the ages!
