Bravest Soul

The toil of life is never ending;

It passes from one stage to others;

We live beneath its sombre bending,

And ape the customs of our fathers.



We glory in its radiant joys,

And smile with the everlasting sun;

This eternal change that man employs,

Has been so from Adam's day begun.



The bravest soul truly conquers all,

In seeing God in our fellow man,

This planet is just a spinning ball

Of God's wondrous spiritual plan.



In this life we may know no better;

But in death we pass to Spirit Land,

Where the Soul is free from all fetter,

To join God in His creative hand.